"So apparently it was possible for vampires to impregnate people and hello? Why did I not use protection?" Edward exclaimed angrily. I played with my hair, not knowing what impregnate meant.

"What's impregnate?" I asked him.

He glared at me. "Were you dropped on your head when you were a baby?"

"Once or twice. How'd you know?" He knew everything about me! That wasn't creepy at all!

He sighed. "Anyway, Carlisle said that while it was possible for vampires and humans to breed, there wasn't a single case like this. Which sucks for us."

"We shall call the baby Reneesme!" I told him, clapping my hands with glee.

He glared at me again. "What the hell kind of a name is Reneesme?"

"Well, Rene for my mom who abandoned me for a young guy. Well, I did volunteer to leave because I'm selfless like that. And Esme for your adoptive mother who looks younger than you! Well, I heard she actually was younger than you in vampire years. So what was that like? No never mind, I don't want to know." I gasped for air a few times. Another advantage of being a vampire: I wouldn't need to breathe.

"Ok, whatever. I don't care what you name it. We aren't keeping it." He told me.

"What? NO! We must keep it! It will be a sign of our undying love!"

"Our love won't ever die! I mean you can't kill something that doesn't exist in the first place."

"What?"

"Nothing. We aren't keeping that thing and that's final!"

"But it's like an unwanted puppy!"

"I don't care. Abort it. Whatever, just don't keep it."

I thought this over. Just kidding, as if I knew how to think. "Is there an unwanted baby pound or something?"

He stared at me blankly. "You mean an adoption agency?"

"No, I mean an unwanted baby pound. Where parents can leave their unwanted babies so that people who do want babies can get them."

"Bella. You just described an adoption agency."

"Is that the name of the unwanted baby pound?"

He sighed. "Never mind Bella." He told me, rubbing the side of his forehead.

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"I Yahoo-ed the stuff about vampire-human pregnancy. The fact that I used Yahoo instead of Google should give you a good view on how much of a loser I am." Edward told me. I gasped. Clearly I heard wrong. How could the perfect Edward use Yahoo instead of Google? I let this go because I was so desperately in love with him.

"What did it say?"

"It says that thing in your belly will be born in about 10 weeks."

"Is that how long 9 months is?" I was confused. I read in Pregnancy for Mary-sues that it would be 9 months.

"No it's shorter."

I gasped dramatically. "What does that mean?"

He looked at me gravely…