Would it be right to mention that Rosalie and Emmett "crossed over" in this story? And possibly Carlisle and Esme? I think it is xD so, yeah. They crossed over, and we will not be hearing from them any time soon.

Now, it's twono'clock in the morning where I live, and I got this out, so please, try to enjoy it, lol.

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*:~:*:~:* Chapter 3 *:~:*:~:*

*:~:* Happy Anniversary *:~:*

Edward fell asleep again after a while. He tried to stay up with me, but eventually gravity overtook his eyelids, and I was forced with nothing to do but lay there and think about everything and nothing.

A while ago we had to turn the fan on because it was getting too hot, but now that there was nothing going on (A/N: *bangs head on wall over and over again and mumbles to self:* I just HAD to go and make them married! *more banging*), there was no reason for it on- that and it was actually getting pretty cold again, so, to give me something to do, I went to get out of bed and turn it off. Edward, however, had other ideas, and kept me where I was against his chest. I huffed. I was really starting to get cold! I instead tried to get the blanket at our feet (*more banging of head*), but when I moved from him he tightened his grip, and secured me to him.

I made a sort of, "oof!" sound as he brought me as close as I would go, and he made a sort of growling noise as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. He was the kind of person who cuddled with whatever was in the bed while sleeping, whereas I was just a bed-hog; but it worked out in our favor, because normally I pushed people off the bed in my haste to get more room, and when he cuddled, he stayed on.

Then it was my turn to growl. Now I was just too freaking cold! I started to stretch out my foot, trying to find the blanket with my toe –I had perfected that during my pregnancies—to pull it up, but as I found it and pulled it up a few inches, a Charlie Horse formed in my foot. I quickly yanked the part of the blanket I was able to retrieve up to my waist and grabbed my foot, trying with all my might to massage the knot out.

Either life is out to get me, or Edward's awake and is just messing with me, I decided. Lightning struck outside and thunder rolled. It had lit up the entire room and scared the bejeezes out of me. Yep. Life is out to get me.

I was going through the possible things I could have done to make God so angry at me when my stomach growled loudly. I ignored it, believing that it was only because I had been up all night. But when a sickening feeling swept over me, starting at my stomach and traveling up my throat, I knew that wasn't the case. I tore myself out of his grasp with such strength and speed that a vampire would have been proud of, grabbed my nightgown from where Edward had thrown it earlier (*even more banging of head. I'm going to get a concussion if I keep this up!!*) and rushed to the Master bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach – which wasn't much.

I was vaguely aware when someone entered the bathroom but was a bit too occupied at the time to see who it was, though I had an idea. A pair of white hands swept my hair and held it up. When I was finally through, I tried to breathe in deeply through my nose and went to stand up so I could brush my teeth, but I couldn't get up. I gripped the sides of the toilet, but each time my elbows gave out. Getting this sick was never easy on me, and if you add my balance problems into the mix, you can tell why it was so hard. Edward got up from his kneeling position next to me and got my tooth brush. As he was getting it wet, I flushed the toilet and let my cheek rest upon the cool porcelain. He came back momentarily, getting back into his kneeling position, and handing me the tooth brush. I took it gingerly and gave him a grateful smile. He jumped up again and held his hand out, which I took, and pulled me to my feet. I had to lean up against him for support, and he looked down at me with a concerned expression.

"Thank you, Edward," I said, trying to find my balance. He wouldn't let me go though. I peered up at him to see his eyebrows knit together and an even more concerned frown across his face. "Bella, what happened?"

I pried his hands from my waist and went over to the sink to brush my teeth, relieved when I was rid of the acidy taste in my mouth. "Nothing's wrong," I muttered, "I'm sure that I just ate something bad." I waved my hand in his direction dismissively.

He shook his head. "No, Bella. It's something more than that."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you getting at?" I asked.

"You know exactly what I'm getting at."

"I'm not pregnant," I insisted. His lips pressed together to form a thin line. He obviously didn't believe me.

He was going to say something else when the alarm, signaling that it was time to get Junior up for school, went off.

After it played for a while, you could hear Carlie starting to sing along to it.

"Life looks good, good, good!

"Billy's got his beer goggles on!" It was her favorite song ever, though I was still trying to figure out who introduced it to her in the first place –my bets were on either Alice or Jacob—but decided that as long as she didn't know what 'beer goggles' were, I wasn't going to ruin her fun.

"We'll finish this conversation later," I said. I went back to our room and turned off the alarm. I got up onto the bed and just sat there—I stopped thinking. All that processed through my mind was I can't be pregnant, not now, not now.

I repeated that over and over in my head, and before I knew it, there was a quiet knock on the door. I turned to see Edward looking at me, a devious smile splayed out across his face.

"Junior wants you to take him to school today," he said, and threw me the car keys. I glanced over at the clock to see that thirty minutes had gone by, and it was now time for him to be at school.

I nodded and got up, deciding that I could stop by the store and get a pregnancy test on the way home. I threw on the jeans and tee-shirt from last night and went to the door, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and turning to go.

"Nuh uh, Bella," he said, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around.

He put his hand on the small of my back and gave me a deep kiss. My hands knotted in his hair and tried to pull him closer, which was when he pulled away. He bent his forehead to rest against mine, breathing deeply, and said in a husky voice, "Later."

I nodded, and pulled away. Junior was waiting at the door for me. I ran a hand through his messy brown hair and opened the door, leading him out to the Volvo.

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As soon as Bella was gone, I wasted no time at all, going straight to the phone to call my sister. Bella had been under a lot of stress lately –well, mostly within the last twelve hours—so I was determined to make this our most romantic anniversary yet. She picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are you guys coming over yet?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, don't worry; Jake's going to be there soon to pick Carlie up and then we can get to work."

I was still worried. "What time will you guys be done? Because I need it done by at least—"

"Don't worry, dear brother! It will all be ready by 7, so all you have to do is find out what you're going to do with her until then."

"Well, I wanted to take her to dinner, somewhere fancy—"

"Oh! I know the perfect place! La Bella Italiano, you know, down on Rose Park and Avondale? Ever been there?"

"No, I—"

"Then take her there! It's the perfect place, and it has her name in it! I'm making a reservation in your name right now and I'll make sure to have your clothes set out and ready to go so you can just pick them up and be ready to leave. You can get dressed over at my place. Oh, by the way, your trip to Paris is in a month; you're going to be there a week and a half. That'll give you enough time to show her the sights."

"Thanks."

"No, Edward, this is all you. Got that? She needs this more than you know, so make tonight good."

Then she hung up.

I put my cell phone down onto the desk and went to get ready for when Bella got back.

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I dropped him off at the school, and headed towards the supermarket. I grabbed a couple different tests just so I made sure I had a good answer to go on, paid for them, and headed home.

The house was deathly quiet when I got there.

"Edward?" I called. "Carlie? Guys!" I set my things down and started looking throughout the house. I heard whispering coming from mine and Edward's room when he stepped out, and caught sight of me.

"Bella!" he exclaimed. He had a duffel bag in one arm, and slung it over his shoulder as he came up to me and took my hand in his. "Come on, we have to go," he said, pulling us towards the front door.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he said before opening the door and pulling me back out into the crisp fall air. He tossed the duffel into the trunk and opened my door for me before getting in himself. Always the gentleman.

"Where're the keys?" he asked. I pulled them out of my pocket and he put them into the ignition and we tore out of the driveway so fast it made my head spin.

"Where's Carlie?" I asked.

"At Jakes."

"You're dealing with her when she comes back with ten tons of Star Wars merchandise."

He pulled into Alice's driveway after a while. I turned to look at him, confused, and he just grinned cheekily at me.

"This," I gestured to my sister-in-law's house, "is your surprise?"

He shook his head. "No, but it is where we get ready for it."

I rolled my eyes and stayed put. He sighed, and went to get the duffel from the trunk. He opened my door and yanked me out of the car, leading me into the house.

He unlocked the front door and pulled me into the family room. I seated myself down, and he did the same next to me. We just looked at each other for a while. Finally, he broke the silence.

"So, why were you so late getting back?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Went to the store."

"Ah. What did you get?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Ooh, ok," he said.

"Yes, so if you'll excuse me…" I stood up and grabbed my plastic bag, and went to the bathroom.

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I sat on the side of the bath tub as I waited for the tests to be done. Edward knocked on the door. "Honey?"

"You can come in," I sighed. He opened the door slightly, and glanced over at me. I patted the spot next to me, and he slipped through the door and took my hands in his. I leaned into him and he put an arm around me.

After three minutes went by, I stood up and went over to the tests. Two had plus signs, and the third was pink. They were all positive.

I shook my head as I stepped away from them slowly.

"Bella?" Edward asked. I didn't acknowledge him. He caught me when I nearly fell back into the tub. He wrapped his arms around me and I wept into his chest. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Did they come out negative?"

"No!" I wailed. "They're positive!"

"Well, isn't that good?"

"No! Because if I have another baby, that's just one person I have to look after to make sure they don't die!"

"Wait, is this about what happened last night?" I nodded, and went back to my blubbering. He sighed and began peppering tiny kisses along my neck, like he always did to calm me down.

"Bella, I told you! I would never let anyone harm you or our family, in any way!"

I went on to explain to him why it would be a bad idea to bring another child into this messed up world. He wouldn't listen.

"Well, Bella, I think it's a bit too late for that now." And he was right. It wasn't like I was going to get an abortion; that wasn't right. In any sense of the word.

But I sure as hell wasn't going to let this happen again. "We're using protection from not on," I insisted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because this will not happen again."

"Then why don't we do something more permanent?"

"Because I don't know if I want to stop having kids!"

"Then why will we be using protection?"

I groaned. "You are so hard to explain things to!" He knit his eyebrows together in confusion. "Ugh! If you didn't hear me correctly, I said there is an assassin coming after us and if we have any more kids, were screwed!"

"No, no Bella, there's no assassin coming after us."

"So you agree that I'm going crazy?"

"No, maybe you just heard her wrong."

I groaned again. "My common sense is wasted with you people!"

He chuckled. "Come on, sweetheart, it's time to go get ready for dinner." He held his hand out and helped me up. We went back to the family room, where he went straight for the duffel bag and pulled out my pink cocktail dress.

"What's that for?" I asked suspiciously, pointing to the dress.

He laughed, handing it to me. "Just go put it on."

I growled and took it from him, angry that he was being so cryptic, but went to put it on anyways.

After I was dressed, I decided to tease him a bit for keeping things from me –not to mention take my mind off of my newly-found pregnancy—, and curled my hair and put some make-up on. And, for the first time, I was actually upset that I didn't have Alice's help.

I went back out to the family room, and Edward just stared at me. I couldn't help but notice that he was wearing my favorite dress-up shirt of his.

"You look absolutely stunning, Bella," he said, stepping closer to me and holding his hand out for me. I blushed and looked down as I took his hand. He interlocked our arms together and bent over to pick up the matching pink shawl for my dress, draping it over me before asking, "Ready to go, Mrs. Cullen?"

I played along. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Cullen."

He escorted me out to the car, opening my door for me before going over to his side and starting the car. He glanced over at me and smiled, something I just couldn't help but return.

He took me to a restaurant called La Bella Italiano, and, I must say, they had the best Italian food I'd ever tasted. The entire time we ate he kept giving me these cryptic little remarks, and I was really starting to get angry at him.

He told me about how he had a trip to Paris planned—one for the entire family. He was going to take us to Disneyland Paris. I'd been to Paris before –only once—but I'd never been to Disneyland Paris. In fact, that had always been my dream since the moment I turned twelve.

We headed back to our house around 7. I asked him why he didn't pick up the kids, and he told me that he had a surprise—that, and they were having too much fun dressing up. He looked over to smirk at me when he said that.

When we got back the entire place was dark. Edward took my shawl from my shoulders and wrapped it around my eyes, then took my hand, pulling me up the stairs.

"Edward, what's this all about?" I asked as he continued to lead me through our pitch-black house.

"You'll see," was his reply. I felt the cold air as he opened a door and led us inside. I knew we were in the bathroom because of the cool tile underneath our feet.

"Edward, what's so special about the bathroom?"

He uncovered my eyes and I sucked in a gasp. The entire room had changed. It was painted a soothing cream color, brown swirls decorated it, and the lights were turned off, the room instead being lit up by the off-white and deep crimson candles that flickered throughout the room, letting of a wonderful aroma. Red rose petals adorned the vanities, sinks, floor, and around the tub.

"Alice helped me," he said quietly. "I know it's not a lot, but I knew how much you wanted to redo the bathroom for a while now, and I noticed how much stress you've been under, and I just wanted to give you a nice, peaceful, laid-back night."

"You forgot romantic," I said, turning back to him and hugging myself closer to him.

He chuckled, and stroked my hair. "Do you want to take your bath now?" he asked.

I nodded, and he laughed. "Alright then," and he turned to leave. I grabbed him arm.

"And where do you think you're going?"

He gave me a crooked grin. "Apparently nowhere." I dragged him over to the bathtub and seated him down beside it.

I sat on the floor with my arm propped up on the bathtub as I watched him fill it up. Once in a while he'd glance over at me and catch my gaze, which made me blush and look away.

After we were finished with our hour-long bath, he carried me bridal-style back to our bedroom, and I discovered it to look much like the bathroom: candles were lit all around the room and loose petals were strewn all over. Our normal shabby bed set had been replaced with a velvety red one; black and brown and red pillows were everywhere.

He set me on the bed and produced a hairbrush. I went to take it from him but he wouldn't let me, instead sitting down on the bed as well and positioning me between his legs. He brushed my hair slowly, lovingly, taking the time to get each and every knot out. Once in a while he'd find a stubborn one, and once he got it out, he'd ask me if it hurt and if I said yes he'd place a sweet kiss there.

"There," he said at last. "Perfect." He set the hairbrush down on the bed beside him and I went to get up, but he kept me in place. He wrapped his arms around my stomach with care, and placed a sweet, loving kiss right below my ear, and then burying his face in the crook of my neck. I held one hand out to grip the back of his head, holding him where he was, and closed my eyes and sighed with contentment. He was just so romantic, and I loved him for it. He knew exactly how to make me forget about my worries.

"Thank you," I whispered to him.

"I love you, you know that, right?" he mumbled, a hand traveling down my thigh. I shivered and nodded. Then the cell phone rang.

Edward groaned as he pulled himself away from me and got the phone off his dresser. He sighed and held the phone out to me. The name Jake flashed across the screen. I answered it. "Hello?"

You could hear Nessie, his wife, sobbing.

"Bella?" She asked through her tears.

"Yeah, Ness, what is it?"

More sobs. "Bella, I'm at t-the hospital. J-Jake and y-your kids were in an a-a-accident."

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Dun, Dun, DUN!!!!!! Hehe, poor Bella…

Is it just me, or are these the longest chapters I've ever written for a story? We're up to over 9,000 words already… and it's only the third chapter!

Bella's cocktail dress is up on profile… right underneath Junior's little Star Wars gadgets ;D

REVIEW! They're my lifeline—I'm one-hundred percent serious. Can I get ten??