I'm sorry for the long wait. I worked on TDWA and college projects.

BPOV

I woke up on Edward's chest disorientated. Where were we? I squinted in the dark room and saw big windows that showed the pink sky telling me it was dawn. We were in the new house.

A big grin settled on my lips as I turned over and stretched, then pulled a blanket over me and went in search for the bathroom. The joys of pregnancy.

I grimaced at my face when I washed my hands. My face was swollen or you could call it fatness, I had just started eating normally or abnormally considering the amount of food I ate. I could put teenage boys to shame.

And to make everything better, Edward had been pampering me for the past three months or four…I had lost count of how many times I told him I'd be okay. I realized the gravity of my situation, but that didn't mean I had to be treated like a baby. It had been infuriatingly sweet how he offered to put another pillow behind my back, how he jumped to get me a glass of water or milk, or how he carried me to bed if I fell asleep on the couch.

I had the painting and furnishing of the house to look forward to. I'll kick and throw a tantrum if he won't at least let me paint. I won't let him or his brothers do all that, alone.

I decided to go wake Edward because I was hungry.

He was snuggled with the blanket, wrapped in it like a cocoon, looking so young and innocent. A few more minutes, I won't die if I don't eat right now.

I started to get dressed and searched for a phone to see the hour. I found his phone and saw he had a new message. Without thinking I pressed OK to see it and nearly dropped the phone when I saw the sender.

Thank you for your help. I didn't know the number was on the list on the fridge. The pipe is okay now, he changed it. Esme told me you are happy…I am happy for you, I guess. Tanya

I read the message again and again trying to find something in it…something that will show that she still loves him, but I couldn't find anything. That word, 'guess' was making me think she still felt something for him. Then again, what woman in their right mind won't feel anything for Edward, even if they didn't have him. I grinned and turned to him to find him gone. Arms sneaked around me and I jumped up and screamed.

"Sorry." He murmured and proceeded to plant kisses on my neck.

I glanced at the phone in my hands, "It's eight. Should we go eat?" I asked blushing when he groaned in my neck.

"Hungry, are you now?" I nodded minutely and sighed. His hands rubbed softly my stomach and dropped one last kiss behind my ear.

Ten minutes later he was dressed and looking around for something, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.

"What did you lose?" I asked impatiently.

"My phone." He made a pirouette searching the room with his eyes.

"Only for that pirouette I'll tell you where it is, I'm glad you didn't notice I had it in my hand the whole while." I giggled. Edward turned to me narrowing his eyes.

"You let me search…that phone is my life!" he said incredulously.

"Here I thought, I was your life." I sighed pouting.

Edward walked to me and took me in his arms. "Of course you are, silly girl! Now give me the phone and let's go eat!"

"Ehh…you have…there's…" I gestured to the phone blushing and shuffling my foot.

His eyes widened and narrowed further. "What did you do, now? Take a picture of me sleeping?"

I started laughing at his absurdity. "There's…you've got…a message." I managed to say. Damn hormones! I had tears in my eyes.

"Bella? Are you…crying?" he asked softly and rubbed my cheek. I shook my head and nodded to the phone. He busied himself with it, searching the message; when he found it, his eyes grew wide and as I saw them scan it he smiled softly then looked at me under his lashes.

"You are upset because she texted me." It wasn't a question so I didn't say anything. I was afraid I'd burst in tears if I opened my mouth.

"I see why this might make you upset, but love, don't be, really. She just wanted the number of the carpenter and I told her through Esme where it was. She felt like thanking me…personally. It's over, really. It was over before it began because my heart was always yours." Edward confessed tracing the back of his hand over my cheek to my jaw and back to my cheek again.

"I'm sorry…for reading you message, curiosity killed the cat." I choked on my tears.

Edward hugged me close to him and I buried my nose in his shirt. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my arms soothingly.

"What do you want to do today? Besides eat." He chuckled.

"Let's start painting the house, please." It was a lost cause, but I could try…

"Anything to see you smile again." Edward murmured in my ear, nuzzling it with his nose.

We ended up in Starbucks where I had a tea and two croissants while he had a coffee and a croissant.

"Are you eating that?" Edward asked his eyes on my croissant.

"Of course! If you wanted two you should have got two!"

"I got two but you presumed it was yours." He whined still eyeing my food.

"I'll make you a deal. Half-half?" I suggested.

He ripped the poor croissant brutally and handed me the bigger piece smiling, then he proceeded to eat his moaning and licking his lips. I kicked him under the table making him choke.

"What?" he asked coughing and eyes watering.

"Stop moaning, people will think something else." I hissed. Edward grinned and wriggled his eyebrows at me.

After another few minutes of glaring at each other, I grew tired and got up. "Let's go! We need to go back to the flat and get some comfortable clothes on and then we can start painting." I said vibrating. I felt a little like Alice.

"I am painting!"

"Me too!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Get in, already. Stubborn woman." I heard him mutter as he shut the car door after me.

So here we were in baggy clothes, brushes in hand in one of the many rooms.

"Tell me again, what room is this one?" Edward asked eyeing the blue paint nervously.

"I told you three times! Nursery room!"

"Why blue? Shouldn't we make it pink?"

"How many times did you wear pink as a baby?" I asked him exasperated.

"Not me. You wore, I'm sure." Oh, so he still didn't believe me that we were having a boy as I had dreamt many times.

"Edward, it's a boy. Trust me. I know this, I can feel it." I insisted and dipped my brush in the paint then went to paint around the door frame. The doors were the only thing we hadn't changed and the windows; we were renovating the rest of the house.

"What about the ceiling?" he asked looking up.

"You can do that while I do this. It could take me hours to paint around the door frame." I sighed and saw him with the corner of my eye getting a ladder and start painting the ceiling.

After a while when I couldn't feel my legs I turned and stretched, then looked at Edward's progress. He looked delicious there on the ladder, his worn washed jeans had already had blue splashed on them and they hugged his ass perfectly, I could see his muscles moving under them as he reached down to dip the brush in the paint and then his back muscles ripped under his shirt as he looked up and painted the ceiling. He was almost done so I decided to start painting the walls. I took a bigger brush and drew a line on the wall then went a few steps back to admire it. I started laughing at how curvy it was.

"What have you done, Bella?" moaned Edward.

"I tried to paint the wall…" I said between giggles.

"Tried is the key word. Why don't you do something…simpler?" he suggested as he climbed down the ladder and came to inspect my handiwork.

"Like what?" I asked impatient, wanting to do something.

"If I told you to stay somewhere and read a book or something, you won't do it, right?" he verified.

"First, we don't have a book here. Second, I want to help painting." I protested.

"Fine. Paint around the window. Don't climb the ladder!" Edward shouted when he saw me reaching for it. I huffed but went to work where I could reach.

Around five we gave up painting because we didn't have a light bulb in the house and of course, I was hungry. We went back to the flat and I whipped something up, happy I could finally eat.

"Tomorrow, we need a light bulb and music. I was about to die of boredom." Edward sighed and shook his fork at me.

"Sure, and we need to bring food with us!" I said between bites of meatballs.

"Sure. Light bulb, music and food. Now, let's get to bed before I fall asleep on the table." He got up and carried me to the bed.

We went back to the house with new forces the next day and the next one and so on, every day painting more and more, then Edward and Emmett had fun trying to put the parquet which was a funny sight. After a few boards of hit Emmett's head they managed to do it without a hitch. The girls helped me find furniture and electric devices and we were ready to move in the house in two months.

Yesterday I had handed my flat keys to Jared and now I was in my new house happier than ever before.

"Stupid thing!" Edward's exclamation snapped me out of it. I glanced out of the window to see him trying to secure the tire on a tree branch. He was currently standing on the branch and frowning at his finger.

I made my way outside and glanced up at him.

"What happened? Did you get hurt?" I asked worried. His head snapped to me and he shook his head squeezing his finger.

"Come down here and let me take a look at it!"

He obliged and I watched cautiously as he jumped off the tree branch, I was afraid when he did that.

"Where is it?" I asked while I took his hand in mine.

"Here." He whispered and pointed to his middle finger. I could see the big splinter.

"Let's go inside and take care of it."

"It hurts." Edward mumbled and followed me.

I took a needle and when I turned I saw Edward looking at me warily.

"You won't stick that in me, right?" he whined and back away.

"Of course I will! I'll be quick." I promised and advanced only to have Edward back away further until he hit the fridge. The man whimpered and clutched his finger watching me terrified.

"Oh dear! You climb a tree and do all sort of other dangerous things but you are afraid of a needle!" I snickered and waved said needle in front of him.

"Get it away!" he wailed and stomped his foot.

"Don't you want to take that out of your finger?" I asked exasperated with his childish behavior.

"Of course! But no- There! Move, I'm going to answer the door!" he moved to push me out of the away but I pushed him back in the fridge. We were expecting everyone to have a small party.

"I'll be quick!" I promised.

"Get that thing away from my finger!"

I took his finger to examine it and before he realized what I did I took the splint out. "There." I kissed his finger. Edward looked at his finger and at me and started screaming.

"It was a big one." I laughed. I could see everyone outside at the table, talking. We should get out too and greet them.

"Of course it was big! It was from a tree! Nooo, look! I'm bleeding! I'll die!" Edward moaned and I eyed him amused as he ran around the kitchen searching for something.

I took a band aid and snatched his hand, wrapping the band around his finger.

"Are you done acting like a kid? And to think you'll be a father soon." I sighed and looked at him expectantly.

Edward looked sheepishly at me and smiled a little. "I'm…fine." He said. "Let's go greet the family." Finally!

"I've heard we're celebrating, but I didn't know we're celebrating his death. Where's the champagne?" asked Emmett grinning when we got out in the back yard.

"Please, someone slap him for me!" Rosalie snapped as she cradled Dave to her chest. If the hospital hadn't been so close to our house, she would have had him right in our living room. Even at two months, Dave was the most agitated child I had ever seen, he wouldn't stay put and would wail loudly if put in his trolley.

"It was big." Edward said from next to me making me roll my eyes and plop on a chair.

"What happened?" asked Esme alarmed.

Emmett whispered something to Jasper and they started laughing. I could only imagine what they were thinking. Men!

"Edward got a splint in his finger when he tried to tie to rope on that tree." I explained.

"A needle would help-" Carlisle started saying.

"Already did it. After much complaining and wailing from the big baby there." I said jerking my thumb to Edward.

"Hey! You stab me with a needle!" he protested.

"Mom, how many times have you dropped him on head as a little kid?" asked Emmett seriously.

"I haven't. I swear. It may be from the times you used to hit him with the baseball bat!" she shot back going to Edward to inspect his finger.

"Mama's favorite." Emmett mumbled unimpressed.

"Have a problem that she loves me more than she loves you? I was always good!" Edward said proudly.

Carlisle cleared his throat making Edward blush. "Should I start on the ever growing list of deeds you had done over the years? I have a very recent one if you remember a day in October…" he trailed off.

Edward gasped and looked nervously at Rose then at Emmett and they both grinned. What had he done?

"To my defense, it was two in the morning and I had no idea there were so many types of peanut butter!" Edward groaned.

Oh, I remember! He had gotten chunky peanut butter not knowing Rose doesn't like it and she blamed him that he did it on propose.

We started eating the dinner and it flew rather smoothly until Alice talked.

"So…when can I start helping you prepare the wedding?"

"After the baby." I whispered, playing with my mashed potatoes.

"What? Don't you want to name him Cullen?" Emmett yelled making me flinch.

"I won't be the fat bride! I refuse!" I shouted at him. He had hit a nerve. I've been thinking of that, but never voiced my fear.

"Emmett, don't anger Bella!" Edward snapped to his brother and rubbed my knee under the table. "It's ok." He whispered in my ear.

"When will you marry? After the kid's born you'd find some reason that you can't do it!" Alice was on Emmett's side. I sighed and shifted nervously under their combined glares.

"Don't stress her! Her situation is delicate!" Carlisle scolded them.

Rose saved me by asking Alice about some shoes she had seen. When I yawned, Edward sent everyone home and helped me inside.

"I'm not tired, really." I protested.

"It's been a long day. I can't believe what Emmett said!" he muttered, bringing me my night gown.

"Let's get married." I told him. Edward's head snapped to me.

"Uhh we are…getting married…" he frowned.

"Now! I mean, let's go to Vegas. Get done with it!" I explained to the floor.

"Look at me, Bella. We won't do this because I have an idiot as a brother." Edward said firmly.

"I want to. I've been thinking of this for a while. I want the baby to have your last name. I want to be Mrs. Cullen." I told him stubbornly.

"You know you don't have to tell me twice. I've wanted to make you my wife since I was eighteen." He chuckled.

"Then what are we waiting for?" I asked.

"You're pregnant!" he reasoned.

"So I've been told." I laughed.

He studied me for a few minutes then enveloped me in his arms and kissed me passionately. "Let's go!" he grabbed my hand, his phone and the keys and rushed out of the house. Edward dropped the keys three times in his haste to lock the door faster and get in the car. The whole drive to the airport his kept a hand on my leg, squeezing it and at every stop he leaned over and kissed me engaging our tongues in a sensual dance that left me wanting more.

After we bought the tickets for the next flight to Vegas, we had to wait half an hour. In this time, Edward was constantly on the phone with someone from his work explaining that he won't make it in the morning there. His only explanation was "personal reasons" while he winked at me and kissed my lips softly.

The entire plane ride he drove me mad asking every second how I felt. In Phoenix, during our layover, we ate and talked about what we should tell the family when we come back.

"Why come back? I say we move there…Somewhere far away! How does Antarctica sound?" Edward asked chuckling.

"Is it your life ambition to live among the penguins?" I asked after I chewed my bite of chicken.

"They'll all kill us! Imagine the wrath of Alice." He shuddered thinking of the little pixie.

"We have time to decide what we tell them. When did you get tickets for returning?"

"For Sunday."

I gasped when I realized what Sunday was. How could I forget? Just that very second the baby kicked me hard. I know, I'm stupid! How could I forget about Edward's birthday?

"Bella! What happened?" Edward asked panicked and knelt next to me.

"He kicked…and I feel stupid…how could I forget?"

"What did you forget? Bella, what's wrong?" he asked softly rubbing my stomach.

"Sunday!" I moaned and averted my gaze.

"Do you have something to do that day? We could come back tomorrow, instead."

"Edward, what day is Sunday?" I asked him.

"Ehh…twenty?" he frowned. He honestly forgot about his birthday!

"And what is on that day?"

"June twenty?" he asked raising his eyebrows. His eyes widened and he started laughing. "My birthday." Edward grinned.

"Really? Have you honestly forgotten about it?"

"Yes. I don't need any presents if that's what got you worried. You marrying me is enough."

Our connection was announced just then.

"Come on, silly girl."

I followed him thinking of something, I had to buy him something! The trouble he had gone through for my birthday and the beautiful necklace he had bought me; I had to buy him something.

I spent the next hour with my head on his shoulder thinking of things I could buy him.

"What are you thinking?" Edward whispered in my hair.

"Did you bring the piano to New York?" I asked him as I watched his fingers tracing shapes on my stomach.

"No. Esme sold it. And I didn't buy one when I moved in with Tanya. Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"No reason. I was just wondering if you still played." Tonight, after he falls asleep, I have to call Alice and Rose to help me with my plan.

"I'd love to play again. I didn't have a reason to do so, anyway. You always inspired me. My muse." He smirked and kissed my forehead.

We arrived around eleven pm and when we got out of the airport, a man came towards us shouting "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas! Don't you ever forget that!"

I glanced at Edward and we shared a smile. "Might as well listen to him or we will live for the rest of our lives among penguins!" he chuckled.

"And you'll be chief walrus!" I teased and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"And what will you be? Snow White?" Edward teased back leaning to me and capturing my mouth in a kiss.

We took a taxi to Hotel Bellagio because Edward never did anything half way, from there we went to the chapel and I was happy to find out that we wouldn't be married by some Elvis impersonator.

Edward searched his pocket for a few minutes frowning and when he finally found what he was looking for he grinned and put something on my palm. A beautiful wedding band.

"How?" I asked gaping at it.

"I am sorry I brought them without you, but I did something special to them. Look inside." I did as he said and there, in the most beautiful script, was written My Bella.

"On the one you'll wear is written My Edward. I hope you don't mind…" he said nervously.

"It's perfect. Thank you for thinking ahead." I whispered.

They gave me a simple white dress and Edward a tux, then 'the ceremony' was over before I realized. I choked out my "I do" and saw that Edward had tears in his eyes when he whispered it back.

"Kiss!!" A person from behind us yelled and Edward didn't wait another second diving in for our first kiss as a married couple.

"What should I do with the bouquet?" I asked in the elevator on our way to the suite he had reserved.

"Let's write some names on a piece of paper of girls and-"

"No! The first person I see, I'll give them the bouquet." I announced. His idea was bad and I wasn't in the mood for writing stuff now.

We got out of the elevator and there was an old couple opening a door.

"Excuse me; I'd like to give you this. I don't have anyone else to give it to. You can renew your vows." I told them gently.

The old lady beamed at me and thanked me.

"Are you ready to start out honeymoon?" Edward asked opening the door to our suite.

A small cliff-hanger.

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