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Week by week

As the clatter from the fork stopped I felt myself stand up, my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. Alice, Bella and Esme seemed not to expect this reaction.

"Rosalie," Alice said apprehensively "are you okay?"

I didn't know how to answer that. The only emotion I could register at the moment was shock, complete and utter shock, because her words were still running wild in my mind. And against all logic and reason my hope was following closely behind, like a fragile lost puppy. She seemed so sure… could I take it if she wasn't right? It was one thing to get my period month after month; it was a very different thing to basically be told that I was pregnant by someone who could recognize the symptoms. Alice would know, she had a baby not four months ago and Esme, she had three children, she would most definitely recognize the signs of pregnancy even in another woman.

Esme stood up and approached me carefully, her soft slightly wrinkly hands closed around mine. My eyes slowly reached hers and I noticed tears were forming slowly. "You didn't know." She stated softly. "It's fairly new Rosalie, I'd say you weren't even in your sixth week yet but… trust me, as we speak, a little baby is growing inside you. I could not be happier." She smiled and reached forward to kiss my cheek.

My arms rounded around her not because I believed her news but because I felt like I would fall over if I didn't have any support. "Are you sure?" I heard myself whisper. I felt her nod.

Her body pulled back but her hands stayed on my forearms, keeping me up. "I am, but I think it would be wise to confirm it, shall we go buy a test after lunch? Or would you prefer to have Carlisle check you?"

"Um, I… don't-"

"Rosalie you should take a test right now, come on let's go buy one and you can take it and then we can go buy clothes for it or something!!!!" Excitement dripped from every single one of Alice's words.

As carefully as possible she placed the baby back in her stroller, got up and pulled my hand whiled pushing the stroller forward, intent to make me realize the truth in her statement.

~*~

Twenty minutes later I was pacing the bathroom of the first pharmacy we could find counting down the minutes 'til the test gave me its answer. Once we actually got here I got nervous, I was so close to know if I was getting what I always wanted the most that without meaning to I started hoping for it to be true. But then reality made an appearance and my fears came crashing down on me. I was on the pill, there was medically less than a 1% possibility of it failing, it just seemed untrue that it would happen like this, after waiting for so long and yet before it was expected. For that single reason I took five different tests, from five different brands, along with that I had Alice, Bella and even Esme take a test too, even though Bella and Alice swore theirs weren't needed and Esme was obviously not needed they conceded for my sake, moral support. Also, Esme was curious about them, they didn't have pregnancy tests during her fertile years.

"It's time." Alice announced looking down at her watch, my pacing stopped immediately.

Almost in slow motion I watched as the three women next to me each took their used pregnancy test and looked down at the answers they held. "What'd you get Mom?" Alice asked near doubling in laughter. Esme smiled and replied "Negative… and I thought this would be the year, fifty is the new forty you know." They all laughed at that.

I walked slowly up to the counter where all my tests lay with fierce hope in my heart to see a positive sign. And then I reached them and the answer lay there in plain sight for me to digest, signs, lines, colors and words stared back up at me, all telling me the same answer.

"So?" I heard Bella say from behind me.

My head moved back in her direction and I noticed Alice was holding Katherine again, my eyes fell slowly on the baby content in her Mother's arms and I felt a smile creep up to my lips.

In less than nine months, I would do that too.

~*~

Telling Emmett wasn't nearly as romantic as I always hoped or dreamed it would be. There was no cute little outfit hidden inside a wrapped gift he could open, no baby themed special dinner, no bun in the oven he could take out and puzzle over. No, telling Emmett I was pregnant was simply me breaking down at the sight of him and with wrecked sobs sharing the news, but the reaction I always imagined from him was there, he gave a sharp intake of breath as his brain fought to grasp the concept, his jaw opened in shock and his eyes traveled from my eyes to my stomach over and over… and then he smiled, he smiled at me and he smiled at my belly, his large hand tentatively reached out and came in contact with my midsection. "Rosie" His whisper spoke much more to me that if he'd recited a speech and I broke down crying again because there I was: Standing in the hallway of my home with both my hands covering my husband's as it lay on top of my clothed abdomen, which after years of trying was finally housing a life: Our child's.

Week after week my womb grew bigger. Imperceptibly so for the rest of the first trimester until one day a definite bump was there, tangible proof of what was to come. After a visit to the doctor to confirm my gravid state some answers were given to us. Giving into Emmett and being late to his parent's anniversary dinner was the culprit of our current situation. Though I couldn't and wouldn't complain one bit for it was the best decision of my life and my reward was something bigger than myself. My forgetting to take the pill earlier that day played a part as well.

My husband's hands roamed my belly every night before he fell asleep, feeling it expand. Week twenty brought with it our chance to know the sex of our baby. I was hoping for a boy. A tiny little pink-cheeked boy with curly dark hair, stormy blue eyes and dimples as he smiled. A tiny little boy who would take after his Father. But our child was either shy or uncooperative, for the whole time the ultrasound lasted the only sight we got was that of its back. It was still beautiful. And yes, I cried.

A tiny kick came a week later and that was the end of my restful sleep, the baby and I had a different time schedule, it would be relatively calm during the day but would go crazy at night, right before I was ready to give into Hypnos and Morpheus's inviting arms it deciding it was more fun to try to jump out of my skin that to relax and sleep for the night. The baby moved so much in the following weeks that Emmett decided it had to be a boy and without a doubt and athlete, even in the womb it was stretching. His conviction was so strong that he got me thinking it was true. Especially when he went out and bought a dozen little Hot Wheels, he opened them and every night he would run a different one carefully over my tummy, motor sounds included. He didn't whisper soft words to the baby but in his own special way it was incredibly cute. I loved watching him do it because he tried as hard as possible to lower his naturally booming voice telling our baby what color the little car was and ask if he liked how it ran across my stomach. I sometimes joined him and a chase of sorts took place. I drew the line however when he said he wanted to paint a race track on my ever-expanding belly so that the chase could be "fairer".

By week twenty-eight we still hadn't been able to confirm our suspicions but both of us were convinced based on old wives' tales that I was carrying a son. Which is why we started looking for boy's names.

"Emmett Jr.?" Was his first suggestion.

"How about something a little bit more original? After all if it happens to be a girl we wouldn't name her after me." I reasoned. I could see in his face that his heart wasn't set on naming our son after him, it was just a simple first proposal and I was thankful for that because since Esme had dangled my wedding ring above me and it moved back and forth, therefore stating it was a boy I had thrown myself into researching names. And I had picked one.

"Have you thought of any?" He asked as his hand once again stroked the side of my stomach, receiving a kick from the baby. A smile appeared on both our faces at that.

"There is this one name that I think it nice." I started, suddenly getting nervous at the prospect of a refusal.

"Which one?" He asked, connecting his gaze with mine.

Taking a deep breath I answered. "Aaron." I said a little quietly.

"Aaron." He tested.

"The meaning isn't quite clear but some interpretations include "Pregnancy", "Strong" and "One of light". I think they're all fitting."

I expected a joke from him, as he did often to avoid a somewhat serious situation, but as he stilled the hand I was running through my belly to grasp it in one if his own and bring it up to his lips, my eyes widened in surprise. "It is. Completely." He smiled again and I became uncharacteristically coy at his gesture.

Week thirty-four brought 'waddling' with it to the extreme amusement of every one of my family members. The only comforting thought was that he was nearly here and the nursery we had created for him would soon be in use. It was decorated with teddy bears since that's what everyone described my husband behaved like. He did, he was soft and mushy inside.

By week thirty-eight I was ready to kill myself, I was so unbelievably uncomfortable, I couldn't even sleep well anymore, my joints and lower back ached, I could hardly walk, I was the size of a blimp and I couldn't even enjoy midnight romps with my husband anymore because once I managed to get on the bed no human desire could make me get up. In exasperation I threw my hands in the air, complaining yet again that I was pretty much miserable and it didn't help to know that the hard part wasn't even done with yet.

"Emmett!" I yelled, frustrated that I needed assistance even to get up from the toilet. "I need help!" He wasn't quick enough to hide the smirk on his face as he came into view and I instantly got annoyed. Just he wait 'til I'm having this baby, I'll break his hand while pushing and see how much he'll want to laugh then.

"You okay there, Rosie?" He asked in a breezy tone.

"Just help me up." I demanded, the stern in my voice hid the embarrassment I felt at needing help with something so trivial. "I cannot wait to have this baby. I miss my mobility." The baby must have been feeling submissive because the second Emmett's arms lifted me from the bathroom seat, my water broke.

An almighty fear took over me. I had two weeks left, I wasn't ready to have the baby yet. As soon as he knew what was going on Emmett showed intense leadership by pulling up my pants and doing his best to calm me down and relax me. Not letting go of me he reached one handed for the suitcase we had prepared earlier. He called our family and got me to the hospital within minutes, where I was checked and medicated.

Hours later I was in the process of pushing, with him by my side and our family outside, seemingly endless minutes were the only thing separating me from my dream, my perfect pink-cheeked boy, the little child who would run free and wild and would be as adventurous as his Father, the most beautiful baby boy I will have ever seen.

Instantly images of my perfect baby boy walking up to me filled my imagination as I felt his body enter the world and heard the voice of my Doctor confirming the old wives' tales. I had had a son.

Aaron.

I had been so convinced by Emmett that this would be our outcome that I didn't even register surprise when it indeed happened. It was meant to be.

His cry was heard by everyone in the room and he was swiftly taken away to be cleaned. I felt Emmett lips crash down on mine in a passionate kiss. The kiss went on longer than I would've thought appropriate for someone who had just given birth, shouldn't we had been interrupted by now. Shouldn't I be holding my baby by now? Instant worry and dread filled me and I broke the kiss. The sight in front of me told me there was something off; did all nurses and doctors surround a crying newborn like that? Their whispers were too low for me to discern but my anxious cries alerted them and when I asked what was wrong they plastered a smile on their faces and the doctor asked one of the nurses to answer my incessant requests to let me hold my son. I couldn't bear to think the ideal image I had in my head would not come true in reality.

I watched in an almost hysterical state as the nurse placed a blue blanket swaddled baby in my all too eager arms and I smiled in relief and deep gratitude as I felt his tiny little body filled my arms. I was finally a Mother.

My eyes went on a quest to study his face and I felt a dull sense of dread return.

He was not what I expected.

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