So I know you have read the next chapter because I accidently posted it, only to realize it was wrong when I got to my computer some time later and realized that there was certain things missing that needed to be addressed, so I deleted that chapter and I am posting this and the next chapter today as a late Thanksgiving present.

"Geez," Rosalie said, later that morning. "You two were loud this morning, what was with all the pillow talk before hand?"

"Shut it," I grumbled as I replayed this morning over and over in my head.

It had been different from the other two times, he'd been so sweet, caring, gentle. He took his time and helped me reach new heights. We'd became one, I knew in that instant that I was in love with him, that I, Isabella Swan, loved Edward Cullen, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him that, he wouldn't believe me, so I'd just enjoy what time I could with him.

Edward was sitting beside me, his hand was holding mine, rubbing his thumb on the pad of my hand. Every once and a while, I'd shiver and scoot just a hair closer. His other arm was around my shoulders, to an outside observer, people would think we were in love, to my closest friends and family, it was comfort that he was and would be providing me with over the next few days.

"Rose," Edward said. "Please, no dirty talk today or I'll ask you to head home."

"I simply call it like I see it, lover boy."

"Please Rose," I pleaded with her. "Not today."

"Okay, sorry. I love you, Bells," Rosalie said, getting up and moving closer to me, wrapping me in a hug. "You know I'm gonna be here for you."

"You need to go home, Rose, get some sleep," I muttered. "I need you in top form for the next few days, I'll depend on you for comic relief at school."

"Hon, you don't have to go to school," Edward said. "I'm sure they will give you a pass."

"I'm going to need something to keep my mind off everything," I said. "School seems like the best choice and if things get bad, I'll come to the music room and hide out for awhile, or to Jazzes room."

"Jazz is taken a few days off, I've already called Dwayne and told him you'd be out and staying with me."

"He knew I was living here," I muttered as the doorbell rang.

Rosalie got up and I followed her to the door. Standing behind the door was the receptionist for the front office.

"Mrs. Cope," Rosalie said, noticing the food in her hand.

"Hi, dear, I made Bella some Oreo desert, I figured the real food would start coming in shortly and her, Jasper, Alice and Edward would need some sugar."

"Thank you, Mrs. Cope," I smiled, knowing exactly what I wanted at that moment.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Bella, Edward. Would it be too forward of me to ask why you are staying here instead of Jaspers, dear?"

"It's fine," Edward said, his hand still around my waist. "Jasper is afraid that with all the visitors and family and friends coming in from out of town and staying at his place that Bella would get to stressed out, he asked if I'd allow her to stay here until things died down or she just wanted to stay here permanently."

"I understand, I'm sorry for asking, I guess the answer is quite oblivious," Mrs. Cope smiled. "Again, I'm sorry for your loss, Bella."

"Thank you," I muttered as Mrs. Cope walked away. I glanced at Edward as Rosalie left with Angela to get some sleep. "Thank you, for coming up with that story."

"I talked it over with the principal, when I called him earlier. That's the story we came up on and Jazz agreed. I'm hoping that you'll agree to stay here permanently."

"I was mad," I said as I put the desert in the fridge, thinking that I needed to put a name on the dish to return it. "I was mad that you wanted me to sleep with you, that you moved my stuff without my permission."

"Bella, we don't need to hash this anymore."

"Yes, I do," I said. "I screwed up, I'm still very immature, the fight was so childish. I was ticked because you moved my things."

"I did it without thinking about how you'd feel," Edward said. "I'm truly sorry, sweetheart."

"We have a lot of growing up to do," I said as I laid my head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around mine shoulders, his other hand playing with my hand.

"We'll grow together, as husband and wife," Edward kissed my forehead.

"I'd like to be like a real husband and wife duo," I said.

I sighed and fell asleep on the couch.

"My parents will be here in two hours," Edward said the next day. "They are staying here, are you okay with that?"

"Yea, my mom and Phil will be here sometime today, I think they are staying with Jazz," I said. "I'm not sure I can do this."

"Honey, we have to, Charlie was pretty prepared, but we have to get the flowers just right," Edward said as we set in his Volvo in front of the flower shop, Monday morning. I was skipping classes today, but hoped to return Tuesday, then I'd miss Wednesday for the funeral.

I nodded as he got out and came around to help me out. I no longer cared if people saw us acting lovey towards each other, they could just write it off as I was being comforted if they knew us. I keep his hand firmly in mine as we entered the shop.

I could see my brothers blond hair sitting in an area reserved for mourning families, who were looking for flowers for their loved one's casket. I had hoped I didn't have to go there until later, but I guess I had to go now.

I walked over, Edward closely behind and I set next to my brother, while Edward stood behind me, Alice sat beside Jasper, she reached over grabbed my hand and squeezed it, not letting it go as we held hands on my brother's lap.

Jasper had his arm slung around my shoulders and Edward had his hand gripping my shoulder. We looked like a grieving family.

"Are you chief Swan's family?"

"Yes," Jasper said. "I'm his son and this is his daughter. This is my wife and my best friend and a surrogate son to Charlie."

"Very well, we have a couple of books full of flowers for the casket," the owner said, laying a couple of books down, I tried holding back tears, Alice squeezed my hand again.

"Bella," Alice glanced at me. "Come on."

Alice lead me out to the shop area and let the boys find the flowers. Alice keep her arm around my waist.

"Alice," I said. "I don't know what to do."

"I'm not sure what to do either, I'll be grateful when Renee, Carlisle and Esme get here, I'm not sure how to proceed. Jazz wanted this done before they got here, but I thought they should be here to help, they've all had to do this before."

I nodded as I leaned into her.

"I think I know the name," I said. The name had come to me last night as I was laying awake in Edward's arms, his soft breath on my neck.

"Really? What did you come u with?"

"Charlene Blue Cullen," I said. "Charlene for Charlie, Blue for me, Edward called me Blue when I was younger because when I was first born, I had blue eyes, and Cullen because it's Edward's last name."

"The second that the baby is born, everybody is going to know Edward is the daddy," Alcie said, I was thankful for the distraction she was giving me.

"I don't care, I have no energy to care anymore if everybody knows we're married," I said.

"You've fallen in love," Alice said.

"Yea," I blushed. "I'm not sure how to deal with it though, he's still seven years older than me."

"Well, he'll come around, I think he's further along than either of you think."

I nodded and we went back to help the boys.

The day was full of visitors at both houses, finally we had to station Rosalie and Angela at Edward's place and have them say that we weren't there just so I could get some rest. I was starting to worry over the safety of the baby, I could sense that my blood pressure was spiking, so was Edward, so I had to rest more often than I use to.

Edward would lay down with me during those times, his father; Carlisle was a doctor and was watching me closely after he'd gotten in with his wife, Esme. My mother had begged Jasper to allow her and Phil to come over after they had gotten in that evening, but Carlisle put his foot down, stating that I had to call it a night and that I couldn't have any more visitors, that Rosalie, Angela and Esme would take over.

"You okay, Blue?" Edward asked as we started to get ready for bed, I knew what sounded good, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get up and out of the bath tub without help.

"Fine, just wishing I could take a hot, relaxing bath," I said.

"Why don't we," Edward said. "If it will help you, I'll help you get in and out, I'll even massage your back."

I nodded, Edward headed into the master bath to fill our oversized tub while I got into my purple robe, before stepping into the bathroom that was already filling with steam. Edward was in boxers and I had a momentary flash of panic.

"Are you okay with me joining you?"

"Yea, I'm just not use to it," I admitted.

"We do take some getting use to," Edward laughed. "You said that you wanted to be like a real husband and wife, this is something that happens when you are married."

"I know," I sighed and de-robed myself, standing for the first time in front of Edward in all my glory, with my stretch marked belly and boobs that have grown a cup size, I felt ashamed of the way I looked, but I don't think Edward really noticed.

"Wow," Edward said. "You look, wow."

"Thanks," I muttered a blush spread over my entire body. " I feel weird, with the belly sticking out and the stretch marks."

"Don't feel weird, Blue, you look amazing, and knowing that's my child in there, it makes you look a million times more radiant," Edward smiled at me.

I headed towards the tub and with Edward's help, stepped in carefully, lowering myself into the blissfully hot water, I scooted forward and Edward got in behind me, boxers and all, then I leaned back into him and got comfortable.

We laid there for what seemed like hours, just relaxing, I could feel all the worries washing away as Edward rubbed my back like promised. I focused my breathing, working to lower my stress levels, and hoping to avoid the stress that would undoubtedly happen over the coming days.

"Edward," I finally spoke, the water was starting to cool down. "I think I know her name."

"Really? What did that brilliant brain of yours come up with?"

"Charlene Blue Cullen, Charlie for short."

"Maybe not Blue, Blue, that's my name for her mother, how about another middle name? I love Charlene though," Edward kissed my neck.

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep after that, with happy thoughts of my future and of our daughter, Charlie, running around and playing, while Edward and I set on the front steps, watching her, his arm wrapped protectively around me.