Disclaimer- The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, not me.

Christmas was nice between Charlie and myself, although I couldn't turn my head at all because my neck was so stiff. We had a few nice, special presents. I made Christmas breakfast for him. After that, we went to Christmas in La Push at Billy Black's.

Will attacked me, but my neck was so stiff, I couldn't bend over to pick him up at all. Angela stiffly hugged me. Edward called me on one of his breaks to wish me Merry Christmas. We had a long, coded conversation, since I was feeling better from the waist down, but not the waist up. Angela and I had to communicate through code about what was going on, and when she got confused, I had to spell it out on my cell phone on a text message to her, and she understood.

We went home to Forks so we could go to the Cullens for Christmas dinner. Alice and Jasper were there, too, finally.

"I hate my future in-laws," Alice said. "Really, I do. I can't believe you love the Masens so much. I wonder if she's really this nice."

"God, I hope so," I said.

We went down to the basement to play Guitar Hero on the Wii- one of Alice's Christmas presents. We were determined to beat Rosalie at Guitar Hero, someday, probably while she was eight months pregnant and couldn't reach the controllers. I didn't know how I was going to pass my classes this spring, this game was so addictive. That, and I was beginning to enjoy sex with Edward- a lot. After my neck got worse and worse, I finally agreed to let Charlie take me home.

The next day, I laid on the couch, keeping Charlie company while he watched college football bowl games, while reading some of my old books until my arms got tired holding them up. Carlisle offered to get me a neck brace, but I thought it looked ridiculous, and I said no to it. I couldn't do chores at all. I felt useless. Alice and Jasper came over to help me pack up my things and then took me back to Seattle that afternoon. I couldn't wait to see Edward when he got off from work. I slept most of the way home, on pain meds.

I was still sleeping off pain meds when we got home. I groggily followed Alice and Jasper into the apartment. Jasper carried my things in for me. I laid down.

When I woke up, Edward was there, in the dark. "Hi, Love," he said, softly, laying beside me. "How are you feeling?" He stroked my face.

"I feel like there's two metal rods between my shoulders and my head," I said. "I can't turn my head."

"Oh, Love," he said softly.

"How are you?"

"Really tired," he replied, his lips grazing my ear.

"I've got an infection," I said. "Don't touch me."

"It's not contagious," he replied. "I can hold you, can't I?" his breath grazed my ear. I sighed.

"I suppose."

"What was that sigh for?"

"My Christmas present for you is now ruined."

"What's your Christmas present for me?"

"Edward, let's be honest, I don't have a lot of money," I said. "You do. So, what do you give the man who's got everything?"

"Anything with a little thought behind it is good," Edward said. "Roll over on your stomach, I'll rub your neck for you." I rolled over on my stomach, and Edward began to massage my shoulders. He had such strong hands. "Where's that lavender oil?"

"At your place?"

"Don't tell me, you bought lingerie to wear for me, that's your present?"

"No!"

"Good," he said. "Because I don't care about lingerie, I prefer you out of it." I groaned when he pressed his thumbs into my spine. It was still sore.

"Your present is under the tree."

"I'll get it," he said, getting up from the bed. He returned to the bed. "Can I turn on the light?"

"Yes," I said. He turned on the lamp kindly. My eyes adjusted.

He tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. "Don't tell me, it's a sweater."

"It's too heavy to be a sweater."

He pulled back the tissue paper. "Aw, Bella," he said, softly. I had framed one of my photographs of Edward and myself, sitting on a bench on campus. We were staring at the street, the camera had us in profile. I was slumped down, and Edward had his arm around me. It was in black and while. Inside, I had some tickets to the symphony for the end of January. "This is great!" he cried. "You didn't have to spend too much on this, and I love it!" I grinned. "Hey, I could use a shower."

"I prefer the shower in your apartment."

"Let me pack your things."

Our Christmas together was sitting on the couch, while the fireplace blazed along, merrily. Edward made tea for me, and kept me covered in a throw blanket and an ice pack on my neck. "I went a little overboard," he said. There were several wrapped boxes under the tree.

"Which one's mine?"

"Several of them are yours," he said, picking them up. He sat down at my feet, setting the largest box down on my legs. "Do you need any help?"

"I don't think so," I said, carefully lifting the paper so it didn't tear. I don't know why I did this, I never tore the wrapping paper, although that was kind of the point. I never saved it and reused it for art projects or anything. "Please, tell me it's not another camera."

"It's not."

It was… a cedar drawer. I recognized it from Edward's dresser. "Edward, is this a drawer from your dresser?"

"Yes," he said. "Because I want you to feel like you can leave things at my place."

My heart filled- I felt so happy at that. "Really?"

"The look on your face says it all."

I had always packed a bag and left with it, not leaving a single article of clothing at his place on purpose. I grinned. "This is the best present, ever!"

"Better than your birthday present?" Edward asked skeptically.

"Okay, this is as thoughtful as my birthday present," I said. "Let's not rank your presents."

"Good. Here's the next one," he said, picking up another present. I carefully took the wrapping paper off. "You can tear it, you know."

"I know," I said, sighing. His next present was a velvet box, too big to be a ringbox. I opened it- it was a white-gold necklace with a small, tasteful diamond heart. "This is beautiful!" I cried. "Edward, it's too much!"

"You'll always have my heart," he said, that sexy-half smile passing his lips.

"Will you put it on me?"

"Of course, love," he said. I sat up stiffly, picked up my hair, and he fastened the necklace for me, kissing the juncture of my neck and shoulder, his favorite spot on me. "It looks beautiful on you. Are you ready for your next present?"

"There's more?" I asked. "This is my second present, I only got you one!"

"You got two for me," he said. "The drawer from my dresser doesn't really count."

"Edward, I don't really have anything more to give-"

"Bella, just the fact that you love me is more than enough," he said quietly, kneeling down in front of me, setting down another present at my side. "I'll spend my whole life being grateful that you're in it."

The last present was a small box- I shivered- it could be a ring box. I had thought about being Edward's wife. The very thought of being his wife excited me greatly. We had discussed marriage and we both wanted children, although my eating disorder had left my reproductive system shot. Although Renée had never been a feminist, she had never been "owned" by Charlie either, I had never quite accepted it, myself. The idea of belonging to Edward, taking on his name, it all just seemed to be like such a fantasy, a dream come true. It was too early, though; our families would tell us we were jumping into things too soon if we got engaged now, even if it was a long engagement.

Opening the box, I was quite surprised to find a key. "Is this a key to your apartment?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "I want you to feel like you can come here any time you want, even when I'm at work. I'm not going to leave the spare key under the mat anymore, there's been too many robberies in this neighborhood, but I don't want that keeping you from me."

"Edward, this is the best," I said, softly. "Can you get my keys so I can keep it on there?"

"Sure," he said, getting up. He retrieved my keys, and then, a card.

"Edward, what is this?" I cried. "This is present number four!"

"The key was so cheap, it doesn't count," he said. "This is present number two."

I opened the card- there were four plane tickets to anywhere in the country through Delta Airlines at anytime. "What are these for?" I asked.

"If you ever want to get away, preferably with me," he said. "Anywhere you want."

"Like Chicago, maybe?" I asked. "To see your parents?"

"If that's where you want to go," he said. "Or, if you wanted to escape to Florida for a weekend. We could go and reserve a hotel room with an ocean view. Or to New York City. You said once that you've never been there."

"I'd like that."

"And this," he said, setting another present down at my feet. "Last one, I swear."

"Oh no," I said, giggling nervously. "What is this?" I carefully unwrapped it- it was an iHome iPod player. I smiled. "This is perfect."

"I'm so glad," he said. "I love you, Isabella."

"I love you."

I had a day of rest, and Edward took perfect care of me. There was no sex, just a few relaxing showers when Edward rubbed my neck and shoulders. On the third day, Edward had to go back for another three-day shift, much to my aggravation. At least, we'd have New Year's together. Rosalie and Emmett were hosting a New Year's Eve Party, and we were invited. I went home to rest, waiting for Alice to come back from work. She had been invited through Jasper, too.

I finally finished my antibiotics the night Edward got off from work, although I wasn't feeling much better. I was stressing out about what I was going to wear to Rosalie and Emmett's party because I didn't like the way any of my dresses were hanging on me.

Edward and I had our best conversations in the shower really.

"I just can't believe how bad I look in all my clothes," I complained.

"That's because they're all children's sizes," he said. "Children's clothes aren't meant to look good on grown women. If it really bothers you, we can go out for something new. I'll buy it for you."

"No, you just bought me an ass load of things," I said, not caring how crass I sounded, rubbing my face. I felt so gross and fat right now. "No way."

"Bella, really, it doesn't bother me," he said. He sounded a little annoyed.

When I got out of the shower, I dried off. There was Edward's bathroom scale. I never really had the chance to step on it because he kept it in the linen closet. It was out there. I always weighed myself naked, and here I was, naked, although my hair was still wet. I'd have to take off a pound for water in my hair. I tentatively stepped on the scale.

102.

That meant I weighed 101 pounds. I cried out.

"Bella?"

Edward had pulled the shower curtain aside.

"Bella, what are you doing?" he cried, getting out of the shower.

"I'm over one hundred pounds," I moaned, covering my face. I felt hot tears flushing my eyes. "It can't be! I can't be this huge!"

"One hundred and one pounds isn't huge, Bella," he said. He wrapped his slick arms around me. "You know you're not supposed to get on scales… Look, you're still the smallest woman I know."

"I've gained fifteen pounds," I moaned. "I can't believe it. I can't have gained that much weight! How did I gain this much weight? I must look like a blimp!" I babbled.

"Bella, I'd love you, even if you really were a blimp," he said.

I cried hysterically. "I need a Xanax. And a towel! You can't look at me like this! I have to go for a run- now!"

"No, no meds," Edward said. "No exercise. We'll get through this."

I wrapped my arms around my stomach to cover up my offending stomach and cried. Edward held me while I sobbed. "Do you want to sleep?" he asked after I had a few minutes to cry.

I nodded weakly.

After he dried off, I dressed in my pajamas, which was a rare thing in Edward's apartment. Edward came to bed, naked. "Come on, Bella," he said, seeing me in pajamas. I crossed my arms and tucked my chin. "Fine, if you're going to be that way." He dressed in pajama pants, too, and climbed into bed with me, but turned his back to me.

Around three in the morning, I woke up to a sickening pain in my stomach. Edward's arms had enveloped me in the night. We hadn't had sex since before Christmas, but I was physically hurting so badly. I held my lower abdomen while Edward's sleeping arms held me tightly. I had to pee badly. "Edward," I said softly, stirring.

"Huh?" he replied groggily.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Leave the door open."

"No!" I cried sharply.

"Bella, you're in a fragile state of mind right now."

"I'm not peeing where you can hear me."

"Oh God, doctors never hear people pee," he said sarcastically. "Bella, I'm just worried you're going to throw up. I'm not going to watch."

"Okay," I said. His arms let me go.

I went into the bathroom, leaving the door open enough so he could hear if I puked. I finally got a chance to pee, but my stomach didn't feel any better. I looked down at my panties, and saw a dark splotch in the crotch.

"Oh no! Oh shit!" I muttered.

"Bella?"

I hadn't had a period in over a year. What a day. I had gotten over 100 pounds and my period, too. What else could go wrong? I pulled my panties back on. I couldn't tell Edward about this; it was too humiliating. I hated talking about anything below the waist in general with him, even though he was a doctor. Why hadn't I spent the night at my own apartment tonight?

"Bella, what's wrong?" Edward appeared in the doorway while I was washing my hands.

"I need my cell phone," I said. I had to call Alice for tampons. I didn't have a car, and I didn't want to borrow Edward's car when I was bleeding.

"What for? It's three in the morning."

"I need to call Alice for something."

"She's probably asleep," Edward said. "Can it wait until the morning?" I had a horrible vision of bleeding all over Edward's sheets while he was sleeping there. I never carried tampons because I never needed them. My cheeks flamed at the very idea.

"No, it really can't."

"What is it?" he asked. "I'd like to think I'm close enough to you that I can take care of anything Alice can take care of."

"I can't tell you," I said, rubbing my face.

"Why not?

"It's bad."

"You're keeping secrets?"

"No, it's not really a secret," I said. "I just don't want to talk about it with you…"

"You can tell me anything," he said. "I know you too well."

"It's too embarrassing."

"What is it?" he demanded. "Bella, I'm beginning to think I can't trust you anymore!"

My breath caught in my throat. Edward couldn't trust me? No, it couldn't be true. I loved Edward.

He took my shoulders. "Bella, look me in the eye," he said. I took my hands away from my face. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath. Just say it and get it over with. "I've got my period," I blurted out.

His face cracked into a smile. "That's all? No wonder you've been in such a bad mood today!" he cried. He chuckled.

"Goddamnit, don't laugh at me!"

"Why do you always get all shy about talking about medical things?" he asked. "It doesn't bother me at all."

"I told you about that STD!"

"What STD?" he cried sharply. "When did you get an STD and from whom?"

"The UTI!"

He burst out laughing. "Bella, that's not an STD!"

I started to cry. "Stop laughing at me!" He only laughed harder. I shoved him out of the bathroom and shut the door. He laughed for a while longer while I sat on the edge of the tub embarrassed, crying.

"Bella, I'll go to the store for you," he said through the door. "There's Tylenol in the medicine cabinet."

"You're going to go buy tampons?" I cried. The idea of man buying tampons just seemed ludicrous to me. Normal men like Edward didn't buy tampons.

"Yes," he replied. "Anything else you want, too. I'm not letting you in my car right now, my upholstery's expensive."

"Oh, ha ha," I replied, opening up the medicine cabinet. "Your upholstery is leather!"

I went into the kitchen to pour a glass of water to take the Tylenols. My stomach was aching so badly, I just wanted to curl up. I went into the living room, but I knew I couldn't sit down on the couch. I laid in the fetal position on the hardwood floor. I used to do that when I used to fast, it would ease the hunger pains. It helped a little with the period cramps.

"Love, I'll be back as soon as I can," Edward said, dressed in jeans and a fleece sweatshirt. He pulled on a jacket. He kneeled down on the floor to cover me up in a throw blanket. "I know this seems horrifying, but really, it's funny. You'll laugh at this in a year."

I just groaned in response. He kissed my head.

EPOV

I still wonder how one single girl can think that her period is such a shameful thing. To somebody who hasn't been around her and seen her struggle, this whole thing seems really stupid. But, she had never once complained about her period before, had never turned me down for sex or sexual activities in the past three months.

It dawned on me that she didn't normally get her period. I wondered how long it had been since she had gotten her period, last. It was amenorrhea- loss of her period from low body weight.

I didn't laugh so much on the way to Wal-Mart when I thought about why she hadn't had a period in so long and was so ill-prepared. This past week had been one bad thing after another for her. No wonder she hated weighing this much. It seemed to bring along so many bad things- a UTI (well, that was my fault, really), her period, and lots of self-doubt. It was easy for her to blame food, but I wouldn't let her.

I was going to face down the aisle of doom for all men and buy everything. Everything- I was going to buy everything to make this period more comfortable for her.

In Wal-Mart, I found the tampon aisle. At three-thirty in the morning, there was nobody there. I didn't know how heavy her period would be, so I bought a multi-pack. She probably wouldn't know how to gauge it, either. She was laying on the floor in my apartment right now, trying not to bleed through on any upholstered furniture. I found some pads- overnight, just to be safe. Midol would be useful, who knew what kind of aches and pains she was going experience- bloating, fatigue, back aches, irritation. She was having cramps right now, anyways. I wasn't sure how well Midol was going to work on her- some women needed prescriptions. I got some Icy Hot patches so she didn't have to be attached to a wall with the heating pad I kept for my back injury from my car accident from high school.

The middle-aged woman who checked me out didn't give me a weird look or ask any questions. She hardly saw the items I set down on the counter. She was more engrossed in US Weekly. "Have nice day, thankyouforshoppingatWal-Mart," she called after me. What a big deal, buying feminine hygiene items. The aisle of doom wasn't that scary. Bella was probably in a terrible mood still.

I found Bella curled up in the same spot on my living room floor. "Bella?" I said, helping her up. "I think I got everything."

"Oh, Edward," she said. "I love you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm sorry I've been such an ass tonight."

I was surprised to put it mildly. She was a sweet enough person that she couldn't even be in a bad mood even for that long before feeling guilty. "I grew up around Rosalie, I understand," I said. She stood up on her toes and pressed a kiss to my lips.

I went back to my room and got into my pajamas. Nobody was getting any tonight. She appeared in my room, changing out of her old pajamas and into a fresh set of mine.

"I love you," she said, tears falling down her face. She was emotional tonight.

"What brings that on?" I said. Well, she had her period.

"You even bought me Icy Hot heating pads," she said, laying down practically on top of me. "And Midol!"

"What did I tell you the first time we went to see my parents?" I asked, blushing slightly. "I just want the best for you."

She rolled her eyes. "You're so corny, sometimes." Well, I could be. With her.

BPOV

I laid on the floor in the darkness for about twenty minutes. Edward was extremely brave to do this for me. Yes, I was being a pain in the ass. What a wonderful, courageous man to purchase tampons for me. How many men would actually do that for me? Charlie never did it. Charlie hardly knew that I had my period, didn't want to, even though he was a great father. I loved my Edward. He was the greatest man I had ever met. In a moment where I was going to fall back on my crutch, my Xanax today, he didn't allow me to take one. And I got through it. There was hope for me yet, and Edward proved it to me. I didn't deserve him. I loved him more than ever over something so stupid. I was going to apologize for being so stupid so far tonight.

Edward returned with a Wal-Mart bag. "I think I got everything," he said. He helped me up and handed me the bag.

"I love you," I said. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm sorry I've been such an ass tonight."

"I grew up around Rosalie, I understand," he said. I kissed him on the lips.

I went to the bathroom and opened the bag. He bought a Tampax multipack, Always overnight pads, a box of Midol, extra strength, and a box of Icy Hot heating pads. I started to cry. He was so great. I owed him after tonight.

After taking care of myself and putting on the heating pad, I changed pajamas and went back to bed. Edward was already there, back in his pajamas. I put all the things he had bought for me from Wal-Mart in my drawer in his dresser.

"I love you," I said, tears falling down my face.

"What brings that on?"

"You even bought me Icy Hot heating pads," I said, wiping my cheeks, laying down on top of him. "And Midol!"

"What did I tell you the first time we went to see my parents?" he asked. "I just want the best for you."

"You're so corny, sometimes."

EPOV

Bella's hair was down and curled and was wearing her blue dress that made the red come out in her hair. Weighing over 100 pounds, she looked amazing. I hoped people could see her like I did.

"I'm ready," she said. She was wearing my heart pendant necklace- Alice was going to bring a set of rhinestone earrings for Bella to the party tonight. "And Rosalie's just a little round in the tummy after her honeymoon."

"Exactly," I said. I took her hand and I helped her into my car. I turned on the newest Bella mix on my iPod.

"I'm not taking my Xanax with me," Bella said. "I'm not using it anymore."

"Really?" I asked. "Is that really safe?"

"I don't need it as much I as think I do," she said. "I got through last night without it."

"I'm proud of you, Bella."

"It's my New Year's resolution," she said as we pulled into Rosalie and Emmett's parking lot.

I helped her out of the car and to the elevator, taking her hand. "Have you ever had sex in an elevator?" she asked.

"You'd have to stall the elevator, Bella," I said.

"That would cause a panic attack for me," Bella said. "But, it would be fun!"

"I doubt we could do it during that," I said. Damn, she was getting horny tonight.

"How old is this building?"

"You'll have to ask Emmett," I said. "I can't really remember."

The elevator dinged. I took her down to Emmett and Rosalie's condo. The door was open and people were already there. Rosalie was in a dress that concealed her pregnancy pretty well.

"Hi, Edward… Bella," she said, opening the door.

"Hi, Rosalie," I said.

"Hi," Bella said. Emmett attacked Bella with a giant hug out of nowhere.

"Bella, you look so great!" Emmett yelled. He had already had a few drinks.

"Shh," I hissed.

"Thanks, Emmett."

"You guys want a beer?" he asked. "We got MGD, Miller High Life, Heineken, Miller Light, and Bud Light, for the pussies."

"Sure, a Heineken," I said. "Bella, you want one?"

"A Bud Light?" she asked. Emmett laughed. "Well, I'm a girl." Bella replied.

"Coming right up," Emmett said, shoving past Rosalie.

"I'm just your wife," Rosalie snarled.

"Is Alice here? She had some earrings for me."

"Yeah, she's in the bedroom, I think," Rosalie replied.

Emmett returned from the kitchen with our beers. "Thanks, Emmett!" Bella said, accepting her beer. She went off to the bedroom to find Alice.

"Thanks, man," I said to Emmett, taking the beer.

"Come on," Rosalie said, nodding towards the kitchen. She was still putting together food for the party. I followed her.

"What's up?"

"Are you still stringing that poor girl along?"

"What about her?" I asked, feeling defensive.

"She's obviously nuts," Rosalie said. "Nobody in their right mind does that to themselves!"

"She's not crazy," I said. "Rose, you don't even know her."

"Edward, you're getting involved with somebody who's got an ass load of mental issues," she said, her eyes narrowing. "How can you even make love to that pile of bones?"

"She's not a pile of bones to me," I snapped.

"She needs serious, professional help."

"What do you think I am?" I replied, getting annoyed.

"You're a heart surgeon, Edward. I'm talking about a psychiatrist," Rosalie said. "She needs to be in a clinic or something."

"It's just like you to push my buttons, Rose," I replied. "You don't know her. You haven't even tried."

"You're a real class act, Rosalie," a voice said from the doorway. Jasper was standing there, with a beer in hand. He looked disgusted, glaring at her. "I think Alice and I will be leaving. Thank you for a lovely evening." Rosalie glared back at him.

I don't know how much of the conversation he had heard. I knew that he loved Bella lot to stick up for her like that. I hated to do this to my friends, especially Emmett, but I knew I couldn't stay.

Why Rosalie was trying to plant seeds of doubt in my mind, I didn't know. Maybe she cared about me enough to not want to see me hurt, but I had no idea why she was going about it in such a brash manner, being so offensive. Of course, Rose never did anything nicely. I had already set aside money for an engagement ring, although nobody knew about it. I was determined to make Bella my wife.

Bella came out of the bedroom with Alice, wearing the earrings. "Bella, I think we're going to be going," I said.

"I'm going, too," Jasper said, taking Alice's hand. "Edward, you want to come with us?"

"Where are you going?"

"My place," Jasper said.

"Why? We just got here!" Alice cried.

"We're going now, Alice," Jasper said.

"So are we, Bella," I said.

"Okay," Bella said, uncertainly. "I'll get our coats."

"Where are y'all going?" Emmett cried.

"We have to go," Jasper said. "We can't stay."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, ask your wife," Jasper muttered. Emmett looked like he was going club Jasper. Bella returned with the coats.

"Okay, I got the coats," she said. "Bye, Emmett- sorry we didn't get to stay very long. I'll see you around, huh?"

"Of course," he said, hugging her.

We went back to Jasper's apartment. When we got there, I figured out that Jasper had told Alice what Rosalie had said about Bella.

"Okay, is somebody going to tell me why we bailed on Rosalie and Emmett?" Bella asked.

"Rosalie was being an ass," I replied.

"She's pregnant, give her a break!" Bella cried. "Ooops…" I clapped a hand over Bella's mouth.

"I was waiting for somebody to confirm it," Alice said. "That dress was doing an okay job of masking it, but I could tell."

"Yeah, she was pretending she got pregnant on the honeymoon," I said. "You didn't hear that from us, though."

"Our secret," Alice said. "Everybody have a seat, I'll get some beers."

"I'll get out the Guitar Hero," Jasper said. "It's not much, but it's New Year's."

My phone rang. It was Emmett. He had had a bit to drink and there was a lot of noise in the background. "Hey man, I'm sorry. Will you come over? Please? My wife is sorry, too."

"Let me consult," I said. "I honestly don't know."

"No, really, Eddie, I really let Rose have it," he slurred. "She had no fucking business talking shit about Bella like that. Bella's a great girl, just a little misunderstood. She's just pregnant and the hormones are pissing her off."

"Bella's pregnant?" I asked, just to mess with him.

"No, Rose is pregnant!" he shouted into the phone. "You know that!"

The noise in the background died. "Now, everybody at your party knows it, too," I said.

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

"God damnit, Emmett!" Rosalie cried in the background.

"Gottago," he said, the line went dead. I burst out laughing.

"What just happened?" Jasper asked.

"Emmett just blew Rosalie's big secret," I said. "That couldn't have gone better if I had planned it."

"I could hear everything he said," Alice said.

"Should we go back?" Jasper asked. "To witness the chaos?"

"No," Bella said. Alice had poured her a glass of wine. "I really don't want to drive around Seattle in the middle of the night on New Year's Eve."

"The couch folds out, if you guys want to spend the night," Jasper offered.

After we played some Guitar Hero, Alice and Jasper were pretty drunk. We missed the New Year's Ball Drop. It was just Bella and me. Alice managed to find pajamas for Bella and myself to sleep in while I pulled out the couch.

"I kinda figured out what Rosalie said," Bella said. "She just doesn't like me."

"She's just cranky," I said. "She's been hiding a pregnancy, you would be, too."

She curled into my shoulder. "I guess so," she said. "I love you. Edward," she sighed through her thick, perfect lips, closing her eyes, those thick, dark lashes fluttering shut. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Love," I replied.