Its short, I know, but you all deserved something!

Now, sense I have a long weekend – and sense I'm still getting long weekends, what grade do you think I am? – I decided to don it as a FanFiction Weekend. All I can write this weekend are fanfiction and get through some more chapters. Maybe some reviews will get another chapter out by Sunday!

Now, here is the trick: I write on my no-Internet laptop, stories and FanFictions, and so, to prevent unwanted readers at my home, I have to connect this to the Internet when no one's home. Its al about timing. Sense I'm home alone today, I can. Maybe a lot of reviews and I can finish the next one today and risk my privileges to get it out to you all!

I thought you all should know that and...thanks for supporting Three's a Family! Even all those reviews that aren't quite understanding that I'm not bagging on teen moms! My sister's a teen mom! I know what its like!

BPOV

"But are you sure?" I repeated, quiet though we were alone in this Volvo.

"Bella, I am positive," Edward also repeated, rubbing my hand. "I talked to them – they're fine with it. Okay? Calm down." He laughed, his mood oddly light.

"No, I can't calm down!" I hissed frantically. My heart was racing like you wouldn't believe. "I can't take this anymore – I don't know what to do!" And that couldn't have been more true.

I felt so lost for what was going on. I didn't know what I should have been worrying about, what I shouldn't have been, and, most importantly, what I had to do. Obviously there were many things that had to be done, concerning the baby and my education and what I wanted, but I didn't know where to start. What was I going to do about school? I knew I had to at least finish up my high school education, and then I could take time for my baby, then, maybe if I wanted, go back to school for an actual career. Was it easier said than done? Because that's what it seemed. Could I continue with school while I'm pregnant?

The questions didn't have answers and I didn't know how I'd get them. I'd probably need to talk with Edward or Esme. Which reminded me.

"Are you sure, Edward?" I repeated.

He exhaled, almost a growl. "Yes. I am dead positive. I swear on my life, okay? Esme wants you to live with us. She's fine with it. Is that enough, or shall I wake them when we arrive to ask them?"

"That'd be nice," I muttered, then added clearly, "I just don't want any more problems. I mean, everything's bad enough, but I don't know what to do."

"Bella," Edward murmured softly, touching my face. I turned away, childishly. "Baby, its okay. It will be hard, but we can do it. We can."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked in a small voice, worried of his answer.

"Confidence." He showed his iPod-white teeth as he grinned widely. I rolled my eyes at his answer. "I would tell you if you had to worry, right?" He had a point.

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts," he shrugged.

"But," I drew out the word to dare him to object to my usage of it, "what if—"

"No what ifs, either," Edward interrupted again. Obviously he was having a testosterone moment – where he just had to be right. "What if are imaginative words, Bella – it can't mean one certain thing. It can flip either way. Yes or no. That's exactly why we're going to focus on yeses or nos. All right?" he asked softly.

"No!" I whined, stomping my foot on the carpet of the Volvo. "I just want this to be easier," I added sullenly, pressing my cheek to the cool window.

After a moment, he murmured softly, "Bella, it can't be. We have to figure this out on our own, and Esme wants to help. That can make it easier, but its not just gonna be a walk in the park." His hand ran down my arm. "Smile, baby," he whispered soothingly, a smile in his own voice.

I didn't say anything else to him for the ride to his house. We'd taken a bit of a detour trying to calm down my emotions before returning to the Cullen's. He tried to keep holding my hand during the final minutes of the ride, but I just wanted to curl up and die. I must have dozed off sometime after that. "Bella," Edward whispered near my ear. "Bella, baby, we're here." I moaned, turning over in the seat.

"Go away," I mumbled, yawning and curling tighter in the contours of the seat. He continued to murmur to me, trying to entice me to get out of the car. I sleepily opened my eyes, glaring up at him. "Fine, as long as you shut up," I whined, struggling up from the seat. Edward grabbed my hand, helping me to my feet.

He wrapped an arm around my waist to help support my weight and led me through the garage door. I don't know how long it took for us to get upstairs and to his room – I don't even remember climbing the stairs – before everything was just black.

The noises were first to register in my ears before I really decided sleep couldn't continue and opened my eyes. Before I could completely register the things around me, there were two thins arms wrapped around me unbearably tight. I choked on my own breath.

"Alice, stop!" I whined groggily, trying to shrug her arms from me.

"Sorry, Bella, I'm just so happy!" she squealed. I covered my ears, shooting her a look. "I'm sorry again!" Her attitude was sickening.

I yawned and looked at Edward, who looked just as tired as I felt. Except on the inside, I felt like shit. Total shit. "Be sorry. Just let me sleep," I mumbled, falling back on the bed and closing my eyes. I wished it was more peaceful and serene, because Alice did not shut up.

"Well, she's just slightly grumpy, but I'll let it go because she's pregnant. God, I love saying that! Don't you love thinking it, Edward? Bella's pregnant! I'm going to be an aunt! Yay me!" I think she was clapping her hands. "I cannot wait! Shouldn't you get her to the hospital, though? Are you guys even going back to school? I mean, I know its Saturday and all...." They were the same questions I wanted answers to. I didn't know what I thought about thinking like Alice.

"Please stop," I whispered without opening my eyes. "Please just stop talking."

"Sorry," Alice whispered back, dropping her voice quickly. "I'll go now," she added. I felt the bed move as she got up and tiptoed to the door.

It closed softly behind her.

"Sorry about that," Edward murmured, shifting to lay down beside me. He placed a hand on my stomach. "I didn't mean to wake you, love."

"Mmm..." I moaned, curling into his chest as he kept the hand on my abdomen. I yawned into his neck.

As I was about to drift off, Edward said in my ear, "You have an appointment at one today with Dr. Brett." I opened my eyes to look up at him in surprise. He added, "I made the appointment, of you don't mind. Or if you want to go another day...?"

"I..." I shook my head quickly. "No, I, uh, don't mind. Thanks, though, Edward." I forced a smile.

Edward kissed my forehead. "See our baby," he murmured idly, pushing his hand under my shirt to rest on my bare skin. I shivered, cringing to the touch.

"Yes," I whispered in agreement, wondering what the feeling was in the pit of my stomach.

Alice dressed me in a comfy black dress for my appointment, for which I was totally grateful to. No one was around in the morning, and I felt uneasy being here without Esme in view. It just felt wrong even though I was already knocked up. I was terribly nervous for this appointment because it would only be more real. That I had a baby inside of me and that I wasn't just dreaming it up. They were scary thoughts to have.

The morning sickness only seemed to get worse by the hour. I almost ruined Edward's precious Volvo. Twice.

We sat together in the waiting room at the hospital, me clutching Edward's hand tightly in my lap. Usually I wasn't this impatient. I tapped my foot quickly, skimming a sigh about adoption. That seemed to make my chest ache.

"You know," I murmured, gazing up at the poster, "adoption is a really hard thing. What those parents have to go through, its...its horrible. And giving away their own flesh and blood...I can't imagine how much that must hurt. Its those people that have to give up their children that are so strong." I sighed, looking up at Edward. He looked utterly confused. I sighed again. "It just gets me thinking...I'm lucky I have you."

"No, no, no," Edward disagreed quickly. "I am lucky to have you."

I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I love you," I murmured.

"I love you, too, baby," he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

"Bella Swan!" a nurse called, holding a clipboard.

Edward held tight on my waist as we followed the nurse to an empty room. She didn't make me change into one of those hideous gowns, but had me hop on the table and pull my dress up while she placed paper over my lower half.

"Dr. Uley will be in in a second," she added before closing the door behind her.

Not seconds later, a dark-skinned, dark-haired woman walked in, wearing a pair of green scrubs. "Hello, Edward," she greeted him immediately. She must have known Carlisle. "And you must be Bella Swan."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Uley." I shook her hand.

"So we're expecting, are we?" she asked.

"Yep." I petted my bare stomach.

"Wonderful!" she chirped, starting to setup the machine. I had no idea how those things worked except form TV, and how reliable was that? I watched carefully. "Now, Bella, this may feel kind of cold," Dr. Uley warned as she spread a cool green gel over my flat stomach. I shivered slightly and Edward laughed beside me. I gently nudged him with my elbow, only making him laugh harder. Dr. Uley smiled as she grabbed a wand-like object. "I'm going to run this over your stomach so we can see and hear your baby, okay?" she asked, the object hovering inches from my skin.

"Okay."

But she paused, instead of continuing.

"So," she said casually, looking between Edward and I. "Are you guys keeping the baby?" she asked very gently and soft.

I exhaled.

"Yes," Edward replied before I could.

Her smile widened as she pressed the stick to my stomach.

And when a steady pulsing beat filled the room, and I was informed of the perfection of my baby, I'd never felt that whole in my entire life.

I put in Bella's part about adoption only to make some more people happy. I mean, some people in reviews got very touchy and sensitive. I'm still trying to understand what people don't about FICTION.

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