Chapter 24: The Weeks Go On

A/N: They won't shut up I swear to gah...

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer I am not. I'm just playing with these kids for fun.

~35 weeks~

It was odd how utterly normal it felt for Edward to drop by whenever he wanted, letting himself into her house as if he owned the place. Hearing his key turning in the door made Bella smile. As it was, he rarely left. After the scare with Alice and Dash they were both uncomfortable with Bella being alone lest anything should happen. When they were apart, they texted on a near constant basis.

It had been almost a week since Dash's untimely and chaotic birth when Edward came in the house with a ridiculously huge grin on his face.

"You look happy," Bella said, joining him on the couch.

He put his arm around her shoulders - another intimate move that they'd both become accustomed to over the last six days - and started fiddling with his phone. "I got to hold Dash today," Edward explained excitedly. Bella had to smile. Edward's adoration of his nephew and his nieces was never anything short of adorable. "He's so tiny, but he's got a good grip, see?" On the phone was a picture of Edward wearing the same goofy grin as he held the pink skinned baby in one arm. His other hand was held above the baby's face, and Dash was gripping Edward's pinky with two impossibly tiny hands.

"He's looking really good," Bella said, talking about more than just the baby. Of course, she couldn't help but picture Edward holding their child. The mental image made her heart warm and expand in her chest. "Is he getting out of the big house soon?"

"He's only got another ounce to gain before they'll let him out of the NICU," Edward explained. "Maybe a day or so." He flipped to the next picture on his phone, showing her another picture of him with Dash. He was obviously mid-laugh, his entire face lit up as he stared happily at the camera.

Bella couldn't help it. She lifted one hand to his cheek, sitting up straighter so she could kiss him. He dropped the camera in his hand to his lap. He turned slightly, his arm going around her as he pulled her closer.

As suddenly as she began, Bella turned her head away from him, looking studiously down at the coffee table her feet were propped up on. She searched for something to say, some excuse to turn to, as she listened to Edward breathe deeply. He shifted again, sitting back against the couch with a small sigh.

"Why do you pull away from me like that?" he asked, his voice remarkably calm and honestly curious. She flinched slightly, and he hurried to explain. "I'm not pushing you, but I do want to know. What's going on in your head? Sometimes it seems like you really want to kiss me, or touch me, but you're holding yourself back on purpose. I just wonder what the purpose is."

It was more than a fair question. Bella sighed lightly, wondering if she could put words to what she felt. She didn't want to hurt him, and she knew that quite possible if he took this the wrong way. "I'm not quite sure if I should trust myself, especially with you." She chanced a glance at him. Edward looked confused but not hurt. "Edward… you've never known me when I wasn't pregnant. The person I am, who I have been, throughout this entire pregnancy – it isn't me. Or I guess it's just this … version of me I don't entirely understand." His eyebrows furrowed, obviously perplexed. "I don't know how to make this make sense, so stick with me, okay? I am not normally an overly emotional person. I can count on two hands the number of times I've cried in my adult life and still have a couple fingers left over. Handling my mood swings, and how every emotion I have seems to be amplified times a billion, has been really difficult for me."

She looked at him, imploring him with her eyes to read between the lines and hear the words that she didn't want to say out loud. Especially with all the back and forth, good and bad atmosphere between them, it was sometimes difficult to believe what she felt for him was real. There were times when she questioned if she really did love him, or if it was another symptom of her pregnancy. What if it was some form of biology that drew her to Edward rather than any sort of compatibility? The child she carried was part him. What if her attraction was more pheromones than anything real? And if it wasn't real, how fair was it to any of them - herself, Edward or their daughter - to pursue what was already a very complicated relationship?

He blinked at her, and she could see him processing her words. A light went on, and he tilted his head, considering this. "Can I ask you something?" he asked slowly. She nodded, a little uncertain. "Just yes or no. Do you think I'm a good man?"

It was Bella's turn to look perplexed. "Yes, of course."

The barest hint of a smile appeared on his handsome face. "And do you agree we connect on an intellectual level?"

This made Bella laugh. They never ran out of words. "Yes."

"And we're physically compatible." He grinned, looking up at her from underneath his long eyelashes. Bella felt her cheeks get hot. "We both have our heads on straight as individuals. We have our own jobs and our own hopes and things we want to accomplish for ourselves. Neither of us is dependent on the other for our happiness, which I believe is important, but we do make each other happy. Mostly." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Right?" She nodded.

He shifted so his body was pointed toward her, and pulled her hand into his. His face was soft but serious as he spoke. "Bella, what I feel for you is real and stronger than anything I've ever felt before. Sometimes … it terrifies me, and I'm not even pregnant." He smiled, stroking her cheek tenderly with the back of his hand. "I've never before thought about my life in terms of an us … in terms of a family of my own. It's been confusing to say the least.

"I happen to think we're an excellent match, logically, but because I'm in love with you, I suppose you can say I'm biased. I'm not pushing," he reiterated sincerely. "I'm just saying… don't hold back just because you're unsure. If things change between us somewhere down the line, then they change. We'll deal with it. Together."

~36 weeks~

Several days after Dash was finally home from the hospital, Bella got a call from Rosalie asking if they could go out to lunch. Bella agreed and met her at Fred62.

Unsure of how to act around Rosalie, Bella opted for nervous joking. "Are you sure Alice is okay with you leaving her alone with the baby so soon?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes, scoffing. "As if we're ever alone with the baby." She smiled. "Between Mom and Dad, and Jasper and Peter, that little boy doesn't know what it's like to be put down. They've all been really good to us."

Growing a little more serious, Rosalie began to fiddle with her napkin. "To be honest, it's hard for me to be away from Dash right now, but I've put this off enough." She took a deep breath and looked up at Bella. "I know my mother told you a little of what ... happened to me."

Slowly, Bella nodded.

"Please don't think that I am excusing my behavior toward you. Not at all. I just want you to know where it came from. Trust is not something that comes easy for me as it is, and when I feel like my family, Alice and Dash especially, are threatened ... well ... I can be unreasonable," she explained.

"I'm not completely blind. I know that what happened at the clinic put you in a potentially horrible situation, and I know I didn't do anything to help that. At the time, it felt like I was losing everything," Rosalie said tightly. "And if you know my brother's pig-headedness at times, then amplify that times about a billion. I didn't want to see you as a woman who, just like me, had a family to protect. I saw you as ... them: the people in this business who just want to take everything that benefits them with no concern as to who they hurt."

She looked up, her blue eyes sad and pleading. "You can't imagine the lengths I've gone through to keep Alice separate from all that. She's suffered enough, and I've hurt her enough. Obviously, I knew that I couldn't keep her safe forever, but I wanted everything to happen on my terms." She laughed a little bitterly. "I'm not really good at dealing with the control being taken out of my hands. Does that make sense?"

Bella gave a short laugh of her own. "Yes. Absolutely that makes sense." She knew all too well what it felt like to have carefully laid plans spiral completely out of her control.

Rosalie gave her a small smile. "Of course. You would know." She shook her head slightly. "Alice said that under different circumstances we probably would have helped each other a lot."

"Maybe," Bella allowed, her lips twisting slightly. She had trouble thinking that she and Rosalie would ever have much in common.

"All that aside, Bella, I want you to know that I am sorry for a lot. If I'm being completely honest, I'm not sorry for everything because, you know, I think if I wasn't suspicious of you, I'd have been doing my family a disservice," she said quickly, her eyes looking somewhat apologetic that she felt that way. "But I could have been ... nicer about it, for Edward's sake ... and my niece's sake. I'm trying to feel differently about you. I've been trying to be better."

"No, I can see that," Bella said quickly. She smirked before she could help herself. "When I yelled at you at the birthday party? Yeah, I bet it took quite a bit to walk away and not yell back. Sorry for that by the way."

Rosalie actually grinned. "I kind of had that coming. But, yes, I had just promised Edward I'd be on my best behavior ... and my best behavior was to walk away before I could open my big mouth," she admitted with a little giggle. The tension that always existed between the two women was dissipating slowly. Though Bella couldn't say they'd ever be close, at least they could be friends.

Again, Rosalie's face got serious. "I want you to know that I believe you about the tape. It makes sense. Aro can be as big of a sleezebag as Royce is when he has something juicy on his hook." Rosalie made a hard, angry face. "And Bella, I am so, so sorry about Demetri. I would never -"

"I know," Bella said, cutting the other woman off because she could feel her chest get tight with oncoming panic at even the thought of that day.

Rosalie nodded, obviously getting the point. "Anyway, Mom is having a big dinner for everyone to celebrate Dash coming home from the hospital. You should come and meet him." Rosalie's grin then was blinding, reminding Bella so much of Edward. "He's the most awesome little guy you'll ever meet. And I know Alice wants to see you."

"I don't want to intrude," Bella hedged, though she did want to see Alice and meet the baby. "It should be a family thing."

"Bella," Rosalie said in an admonishing tone, "you are family."

~0~

"Hey, Babe!" Emmett called across the room looking toward his wife. He bounced the baby lightly in his arm, grinning harder when the tiny boy gurgled in apparent pleasure. "I want one of these. A boy like Dasher."

Tanya's answering expression was wry as she glanced tiredly at the twins. They'd been extremely hyperactive that evening - likely trying to win back the attention that their cousin had stolen from them. Only Emmett would have thought it was a good time to ask for more children. "Can we name him Donner?" Tanya deadpanned.

Sitting right next to Emmett, Bella tried not to giggle but she couldn't help it. He turned toward her, raising an eyebrow. Then he began to hand her the baby, settling him carefully in her arms and talking over her protests. "You take this. I must do very naughty things to my wife so that she agrees to bear me a boy child."

Before Bella could argue, Emmett was bounding across the room to his wife. His arms circled her waist and he started nuzzling her neck. "Give in, woman!"

Tanya giggled, twisting in his grip. "What? Right here?" She put her arms around his neck, pulling herself up for a kiss. "Your mother would be scandalized."

"Serves her right," Emmett scoffed. "Do you know how badly she and Dad traumatized us with the public displays of affection?"

Shaking her head, Bella turned away from the happy couple, looking to the warm little bundle in her arms. Dash was yawning, his hands falling randomly against her as he explored the new set of arms that held him. She rocked the baby gently, awed by his miniature features. She could see so much of Alice in him but...

She turned to Jasper on her other side. "He looks like you," she said very quietly, so only he and perhaps Peter, sitting beside him, could hear.

Jasper's eyes flitted up from the baby to her. For a fraction of a moment, she thought she saw a hint of sadness, and she wondered if it was hard for him - knowing he wasn't going to be a father to this child. But it was only there for a second, and his smile was genuine as he reached out to stroke one finger across the baby's head. "He's a handsome devil, I'll tell you that much."

"I wouldn't mind that, you know?" Peter said, twining his hand with his lover's and resting his head on Jasper's shoulder. "A passel of little ones as pretty as you."

"Why me? Why not you? You're plenty pretty," Jasper said, quirking an eyebrow, a smile playing at his lips. "And how many are in a passel?"

Bella had to laugh. Baby fever had certainly taken over the Cullen house.

A familiar presence stopped in front of her then, and she smiled, looking up into Edward's eyes. He smiled back. "Isn't carrying one baby at a time enough?" He sat down in Emmett's vacated seat, putting his arm around her.

"Your mother and Tanya managed two at once," she pointed out. Then she shuddered. "Thank God this one is a single."

"That's what I'm saying," Tanya muttered, settling on Emmett's lap on the recliner across the room. She turned to her husband. "We'll end up with another set of twins and never sleep again. Besides that, Casanova, you're doomed to raise girls. It's karma." She shook her head. "I'm already not looking forward to how many psychologist bills we're going to have to pay for when you terrify all of the girls' boyfriends."

Emmett balked. "How many boyfriends do you think they'll have? The boys will learn after I kill the first one." He looked uncharacteristically serious as he contemplated this. "Then again, teenage boys are their own special brand of idiot. I would know."

Tanya made a face. "God, it's a good thing we have a psychologist in the family," she muttered.

"You think I'm going to be bad?" Emmett scoffed. He pointed with his chin at his little brother. "Edward's going to be 10 times worse than I'll ever be."

"It won't be a problem," Edward said fervently, putting a possessive hand over Bella's distended stomach. "I've got plans."

Bella turned her head to look at him. "You've got plans? For when she's a teenager? Are you kidding me?"

"An ounce of prevention," he said sagely, looking completely serious.

~37 Weeks~

"Watch this, Jake," Bella whispered, catching her best friend's attention. They were at what was being called a baby shower but, thank goodness, was really just another Cullen get together with more food and more people. Bella had been worried about being the center of attention - even if she had to share the spotlight with Alice. Luckily, baby Dash was having a grand ol' time as the center of attention.

Jake looked vaguely horrified. "That's... actually kind of gross and weird," he said, scrunching up his nose as he watched her stomach undulate. "It's lopsided!"

Edward, who had gone to get Bella a cup of fruit punch, returned then, handing her the cup and tucking her under his arm as he sat down. He kissed her cheek, and Bella had to try not to roll her eyes. The strained relationship between Jacob and Edward was civil, but Edward tended to be much more demonstrable toward her in the other man's presence.

"Your mom sure knows how to throw a party," Jacob said amicably. "She even brought a freakshow," he pointed to Bella's stomach.

Edward frowned, obviously unsure if he appreciated Jacob calling his daughter a freakshow. Before he could start arguing, Bella tugged on his hand, putting it to where the baby was trying to kick her way out. Automatically, Edward's smile returned. He tap, tapped at his daughter and she, obligingly, tap, tapped back.

"I'm not a drum," Bella admonished, but she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. She hissed then, her hand going to her belly, and both men jumped. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she said, breathless as she waiting for the pain to pass. "She's just using my internal organs as a bounce house."

Jacob relaxed though Edward still seemed tense. "Babies sometimes break their mom's ribs," her friend said helpfully.

Luckily, Lizzie came back then and smacked Jake upside the head. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you probably deserved it," she said. Any further arguing was stilled as she put a plate of ribs - the barbecued kind - on his lap.

The shower was, as Esme had promised, sans even a single baby shower game. It was a gathering of friends and family, celebrating little Dash and the impending birth of Bella and Edward's baby girl. Everyone Bella loved or was coming to love was there. Her father seemed to be getting along great with Carlisle. Alice's friend Charlotte was becoming fast friends forever with Peter. They were almost as cute as Alice and Jasper were together. Even Mike and Leah were there. The seemingly permanent scowl on the woman's face was gone more often than not as she smiled at Mike's ridiculous antics.

Looking at the gathered people who had come together, showering her unborn baby with more than she would physically need in her first year of life, Bella couldn't help but reflect again how much her life had changed. She knew her daughter would have been well loved and just fine with only her, but she was glad that her little girl was being born into this crazy, mishmash of wonderful people.

Bella supposed she could have been bitter about how complicated her life had become, but given the choice between dwelling on the sometimes stressful, irritating moments that would happen in a big family and basking in love in all of its ups, downs, forms and fashions, she chose to bask.

~38 Weeks~

At the shower, Charlie had insisted on taking Edward fishing. "No better way to get to know a man than out on the water," he'd said. "Leave this ridiculously big city behind until there's just water as far as the eye can see."

Always a smart man, Edward's overactive mind was turning with scenarios. If Charlie threw him over the side of the boat, would anyone find his body?

As ridiculous as the thought was, it was enough to prompt Edward to ask if his father and brother could come. Surprisingly, Charlie had been amenable. "Dads only trip," he'd nodded, clapping Edward on the back. "I like it."

The day had, surprisingly, not been as bad as he expected. Charlie, Carlisle and Emmett spent the day alternating between scaring the hell out of Edward with tales of fatherhood and answering the litany of questions he didn't even know he had. Once he started, Edward found he couldn't stop. As much as he was looking forward to meeting his baby girl, he was terrified he would fuck it all up.

The consensus between the three of them was unanimous. "Son, I can tell you without a doubt that you are absolutely going to fuck it up at some point," Carlisle said, patting his back helpfully.

"It's inevitable," Emmett agreed.

"Don't worry so much, kid," Charlie said consolingly. "You do the best you can. You love them. And if you fuck it up too badly, just know that I'll be there to kick your ass." He smiled when he said it.

For once helping his brother out, Emmett changed the subject. "Level with me, Charlie. How did you deal with teenage boys around your daughter."

Charlie seemed amused. "Honestly, Bella wasn't ever boy crazy, so that was a relief. Whenever she did bring a boy around though it was the damnedest thing. My gun always seemed to be in need of a cleaning."

They returned to Bella's house where Esme, Tanya, Bella and the twins waited. Emmett and Carlisle went to their wives, but Charlie held Edward back a moment. He sighed. "You seem like good people, Edward," he said finally. "I know that the whole situation between you and Bella is more complicated than I'll ever understand, and I think you've probably reacted better than most. However, just know that if you ever hurt my girls, you'll answer to me."

"I won't," Edward said fervently. "Hurt them I mean." He paused. "I love them both," he admitted quietly.

Charlie smiled tightly. "Yeah, I can see that." He offered Edward his hand and they shook. "Best of luck, kid. Fatherhood is ... well... interesting. Better than anything you could ever imagine, but it'll give you a gray hair or fifty."

They got out of the car then. Edward found Bella on the opposite side of the living room from where his father and brother stood. Not entirely grasping what was going on, he tried to go to her, only to have her hold out a hand. "You reek. If you have any intention of staying, you'd better get your ass in the shower."

Edward grinned but readily obeyed.

When he came out of the shower, his family and Charlie were gone. Bella sniffed the air around him carefully, before surprising him by throwing her arms around his neck. She pulled his face down to her and kissed him. Pleasantly surprised, Edward wrapped his arms around her, supporting the small of her back and enjoying it while it lasted. To his shock, Bella deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding across his lips and then, when he opened his mouth, lapping gently at his. Her fingers played with his hair, sending a pleasant wave of pleasure down his spine. Her body could only be closer to his if they were naked and joined, though Edward gladly traded that for the feeling of her hard stomach between them.

When they were both breathless, Edward blinked at her, stunned. "Um, not that I'm arguing, but what did I do to deserve that?"

She smiled up at him, still panting. "It takes a lot to impress my dad."

Edward made a face. "That was impressed? Jesus, what happens when he's pissed off?"

Bella scrunched her nose. "Don't piss him off."

~39 weeks~

"No," Bella said firmly. Alice pouted, putting on a devastated expression, but before she could please again, Bella interrupted. "I am not going to let you paint the Death Star on my stomach." She was huge and uncomfortable. The idea of sitting still long enough get something that intricate done made her moodier - which was saying something.

Alice calmly shifted Dash in her arms, switching breasts. "I don't understand how you can pass up an opportunity like this. A lot of people would kill for such a natural prop." She looked down at her son, smiling wryly. "I was robbed."

"Look at me!" Bella made and exasperated, exaggerated gesture at her ginormous tummy. "Ready to pop is an understatement. With my luck, I'd go into labor and the doctor's hands would be covered in makeup," she groused, crossing her arms grumpily.

Alice had the nerve to chortle. "You do remember that I had a henna tattoo all over my belly when Dash was born, right? That must have been ridiculous."

Seeing that she would get no sympathy from Alice, Bella turned to Jake who had - so far - stayed out of the conversation. Instead of looking sympathetic, he looked thoughtful. "I don't know Bella. It does seem like a shame to waste this opportunity, especially since you're going to a party tonight. And you know a stunningly brilliant makeup artist." Jacob's grin was full of teeth. "I'm thinking you should go one better than just flat makeup. I can make it look like the kid is bursting out of you. I just need like one of those little dolls? I have the rest of the makeup in my -"

"I said no!" Bella shouted, banging her fist on the table in irritation.

Startled, Dash started to cry, and Bella buried her head in her hands. As Alice tried to soothe the baby, Bella breathed in deeply, trying not to burst into tears. As it was, she hated that she had been asked, by her new boss, to make an appearance despite how heavily pregnant she was. The bigwigs didn't typically care about such things given how many starlets had worked or attended Oscar parties and the like at 35 weeks plus. Her boss had promised she only had to be there for a half hour tops.

And Edward would be there.

In fact, when Edward dropped by a few minutes later, he shooed Jacob and Alice away and rubbed Bella's shoulders until she felt a little better. "Fuck costumes," he said succinctly. "Put your hair up, put on something comfortable and ... cotton. We'll go in. I won't let you go. We'll get out."

Bella put her arms around him, feeling calm for the first time that day. "Thank you."

That evening, as he promised, Edward did not leave her side. He kept his arm wrapped around her, fending off the inevitable attempted belly pats. Then he took her home.

"Stay," she said. It was more than not wanting to be alone in case she went into labor, though that was an obvious plus. Edward was everything she could have asked for in a partner. He was attentive and as attuned to her needs as she let him be. The past few weeks he had gone out of his way more times than she could count just to make life a little easier on her. When she asked, he said that it seemed like the least he could do, seeing as he couldn't carry their baby for her.

As much as Bella had planned to do this alone, though she knew she would have been fine on her own, she found she now couldn't imagine going through any of this without him.

Edward smiled and nodded, kicking off his shoes.

"You can get... more comfortable. If you want," she said shyly.

He paused, looking at her with a contemplative expression. Then he grinned somewhat lasciviously. "I don't know, Bella. If I climb into bed with you with nothing but my skivvies, I might not be able to keep my hands to myself."

"First of all, who actually uses that word?" she giggled. "Secondly, you don't have to make me feel good, you know."

He tilted his head, blinking as if trying to understand what she'd just said. Then he got on his knees on the bed and slowly crawled over to her as he spoke. "Bella, I know we've had this conversation before. Are you even aware how utterly sexy you are?"

Bella laughed nervously, part of her sure he was kidding. The other part of her was wrapped up in how his eyes looked - full of unmistakable lust. He wanted her. Despite the fact she better resmbled a Goodyear blimp, he still wanted her.

His hand landed on her knee then, tracing lazy circles that made her shiver. "You're beautiful," he murmured, lying on his side next to her. His hand traveled up the inside of her thigh, making her breath stutter. He walked his fingers up her skin, inside her shirt, until he rested his hand over her belly. "This ... you can't imagine how ..." he trailed off, and the emotion in his eyes profound. "What you're doing here is incredible. It could never be a turn off." He traced her nose with the pad of one finger, the motion inexplicably intimate and tender. "Do you understand?"

She nodded, and he kissed her. Their kisses were so tender and unhurried. She felt treasured. "You make me feel beautiful." He made her feel completely feminine.

He kissed her again and pulled away long enough to strip out of his suit. Then he crawled under the covers, holding her with his chest against her back. "Go to sleep, my beautiful Bella," he murmured.

Though she woke several times, needing to pee or simply too uncomfortable to stay asleep, his presence in her bed and his waiting arms always made her feel that much better.

In the sleepy light of dawn, she smiled at him, feeling serene and peaceful. "I love you," she said as she slipped back to sleep.

~40 Weeks~

"Agh, why is this so hard?"

Edward smiled at Bella's irritated face and tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. "This is important stuff. Naming a child. She's going to be stuck with it forever."

"Or at least until she's old enough to beg to change it," Bella grumbled.

They'd been stuck on the same list of five names for almost a month. Down to the finish line, Bella was almost anally focused on choosing the perfect name. "You know," Edward suggested, lifting himself off the floor so he could sit with her on the couch, "we could just wait to meet her. See what name fits."

"I suppose," Bella said, obviously not liking the idea of putting this decision off.

She was restless, and who could blame her? Everything was done. The nurseries in both of their houses were painted and cribs put together. They were stalked up on diapers of every size for many months. The dresser was full of tiny articles of clothing - probably more than the little girl would even need. They had blankets, a stroller, two carseats, diaper bags coming out of their ears, creams, powders and playsets.

All they were missing was a newborn baby.

Edward wished she would get here. Not only was he on tenterhooks, impatient to meet his daughter, but poor Bella ... She just looked so ponderously awkward and uncomfortable. His back and legs ached just looking at her.

"What are the twins' middle names?" Bella asked suddenly.

Edward smirked. "My middle name is Anthony and Rosalie's is Lillian."

"Very funny," Bella replied dryly, but she did look vaguely amused, and he was glad he cold make her smile.

"Irina Rose and Katrina Antonia," Edward answered honestly. "Emmett wanted to name one of them after Rosalie, and Tanya liked the idea of naming one set of twins after the other."

"That's interesting," Bella said, deep in thought. She sighed and put her feet up on his lap. "You're right. Maybe we should meet her first."

Edward knocked gently on her belly. "Hey in there. If you're not too busy, you can join us at any time."

They both waited. The baby didn't even tap back. "She must be asleep," Bella said, smiling tiredly.

"Or ignoring us," Edward teased. "You know we're doomed. You and I are two of the most obstinate people on the planet - you especially -"

"Ha!"

"We're doomed to have a hard headed child."

"Hopefully not too hard headed," Bella muttered distractedly. "I'm the one who has to give birth to her."

~42 weeks~

"That's it. I'm going to be pregnant forever! I know it!"

A/N: Ty to Barburella and jadedandboring. Idk how they put up with me. Oh, also. LittleMissInnocence made me a wonderful banner. It's in my profile. Take a look. You guys spoil me so hard.

Thanks to all of you for sharing your names and name stories. I love it. Fair is fair. If I were to have daughters right now, they would be Jaina Guess and Kassandra Morgaine. All are characters in books I enjoy. As far as boys names? I've never known. If I had a boy right now? Dashiel Samuel. Hehhe. Dashiel is growing on me.

So... birth stories? The good. The bad. The ugly. The amazing. Lay em on me. Please.