Chapter 16! Yay!

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EPOV

So...yeah, vomit is so gross, and this was the first day I actually realized that. I mean, its just as bad if its your own, but then when its not...That's when you call in the amazing mother that gave birth to you.

I sat on a stool at the island beside Bella, rubbing her back and keeping a firm hold one her as she began to sway. Even though Dr. Uley reassured us her sickness was normal, it so didn't seem normal. She couldn't even keep down damn food! To me it seemed worse than it really was – and my doctor judgement was way down because it was Bella being sick and not some random stranger. She rested her head on me, her body so limp I thought she'd fall over.

"So..." my mom said idly, leaning on the fresh counter and looking at us innocently. I realized then, that this was the first real encounter Bella and my mom had had sense the get-together and last night's meltdown.

I gave my mom a confused but warning look. "So what?"

"Oh, I was just wondering..." she mumbled, picking at the marble. Then she looked up as my dad joined her. Obviously it looked like they were planning some kind of weird attack.

"Now don't take this personally, Bella..." my dad began quickly, sensing the same discomfort I felt from her.

"But why didn't you guys use protection?" my mom blurted, smiling at each of us.

The sudden heat on my arm alerted me to the fact Bella was blushing, and I could even feel a little heat on my own cheeks. Bella giggled while hiding in her face on my side, leaving me to answer my awaiting parents. I smiled down at my lap, rubbing the back of my neck. Fuck, talk about embarrassing!

"Well...um..." I mumbled, not meeting their eyes.

"Didn't it ever cross your mind to use condoms or talk to me about birth control pills?" Esme asked, grasping at ends. "I wouldn't have minded helping out – not that I'm not liking the idea of being a grandmother, though," she added quickly when I gave her a "watch it" look.

Bella lifted her head. "Because it would be just as awkward as this is now," she stated, resting her head back against me. I hugged her tight.

"You can talk to me about this!" my mom practically whined, hitting her hands on the island for emphasis. But she smiled, laughing.

"No. We can't," I told her seriously. My father snickered behind her, squeezing her hips once. "I mean, it should really be illegal."

She scowled. "Edward Anthony Cullen," she said sternly, but broke into a smile. "Okay," she sighed. "I get it. But just one question."

I felt Bella brace herself tensely and I did the same without knowledge.

"How long have you guys been having sex?" she asked curiously.

You know your life has stopped to unbelievable levels when your parents are interested in your own sex life.

I nudged Bella, unsure if she was sleeping. "You get this one," I whispered, a fit a chuckles breaking out around us. Even Bella giggled, hiding her face further.

She lifted her head but didn't meet eyes. "A few weeks, months – I don't know!" She shrugged. "When you took my parents to the convention thing."

For a moment there was silence, and I looked up to see my parents looking at us both with apprising eyes.

"Ahhh..." my father drawled. "When we left all the kids alone, together. I see what happens."

"Thanks, Dad," I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Just because they left us alone didn't guarantee a baby, did it? Fuck no! It just promised irresponsibility! "You really know how to be so supportive and positive."

He laughed. "Now, Edward, Bella, you know that's not what I meant," he said. "It was really only a matter of time before you two started being intimate – its completely normal. No big deal. All right?" Carlisle's eyes switched between the both of us, then landed on me. "Edward?"

"Honest to God, I'd rather not talk about this," I admitted.

Bella lifted her head briefly. "Yeah, me neither," she added quietly, resting back down.

My father cocked his head to the side and not pushing on Bella's and my shutting him off. His eyes seemed intent on Bella, inspecting her closely. With confusion, I glanced down, but didn't see what he had to be seeing.

"Bella, are you okay?" my dad asked carefully, leaning over the counter to rest a hand on her forehead. A worried look crossed my mom's face as she inclined to see it as well. "You don't look so well." The worry in his voice had me inspecting Bella myself, using the training I'd learned from my father and picked up at the hospital.

She yawned widely, lifting her head and my father's hand falling to the counter. Bella's brown eyes were tired, exhausted, and she continued to blink rapidly like she was trying to fight sleep. How could she possibly be that tired? I looked up at my dad quickly, but he didn't look nearly as concerned as I felt.

"Maybe you should get her to bed, Edward," my dad advised softly, straightening and reaching behind him. He pulled a bottle of Tylenol from the counter behind him and slid it across the marble. I caught it and glanced at the label, shaking it at him. "Give her two now, but no more because of the pregnancy."

I nodded, pushing Bella up to a sitting position and keeping a hand on her waist as I stood up. "Bella," I said quietly, not wanting to disturb her in case she was sleeping.

Her head snapped up and looked around frantically. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" she said quickly, loudly. We all burst out laughing around her and she looked around more clearly. "What's so funny?" she demanded, looking over her shoulder at me and frowning.

"Bella, I think you need so sleep," Esme giggled, patting Bella's hand delicately over the counter.

I smiled down at her pouty face and kissed her pouty lips quickly. "You will be delirious in seconds if you don't get some more sleep, baby," I told her gently. "I mean, your already turning a little loco." Despite her exhaustion, she jabbed her elbow into my gut with as much force as her little body could. The hit only made me winded for half a second, before I laughed along with everyone else and kissed her cheek softly. "That's my girl!" I chuckled.

She turned her head up to look at me and grinned devilishly. "I will be your only girl," she warned seriously, quirking an eyebrow.

My parents didn't laugh – in fact, they only got more silent and gazed at me harshly. Obviously, they were thinking something totally opposite to the truth. My mom actually looked half-appalled. I laughed at both their shocked and confused expressions, looking back down at my one and only girl. Well, only for the next few months.

I knew exactly what Bella was implying.

Pressing my body up to her back, I wrapped my arms around her to settled them on her stomach, bending down to whisper in her ear, "Maybe for the next few months. Soon, my next girl will be in this world and you can't say your the only one." I kissed her half-smile gently and as I pulled away, I noticed she was getting slightly irritated. "Oh, baby, don't be so upset," I said, rolling my eyes. Why was she so dead-set on a boy? Why not a girl instead?

She crossed her arms, pouting up at me. "Well, I want a boy," she said stubbornly. "And here is no way I will settle for anything less!"

I laughed. "So if we have a boy your going to make it a girl?" I asked, amused beyond belief. Even if I did want a girl, it didn't mean I would allow my child's sex to be fooled with.

"Ugh! Your such an idiot!" she snapped, throwing her hands up in the air and jumping off the stool. She started out of the kitchen, stomping her bare feet and being every inch the young, stubborn girl I love.

Turning to my parents I smiled at their amused faces and shook my head. "Hormones," I muttered, leaping off my own stool and jogging up behind Bella, who had only made to the doorway of the kitchen. She ignored me, pouting and looking away. As soon as I caught up with her I bent down, knocked her legs out from under her and caught her as she fell back. Bella screamed, flailing her arms like she actually thought I would just drop her. I caught her easily, lifting her up to my chest. A chorus of laughs rang behind us.

She was panting in my arms, clearly terrified by the motion. I smiled down at her as she squirmed.

"What the fuck, Edward?" she snapped, slapping my chest angrily. But a smile was playing on her lips.

I leaned down and kissed her quickly. "Your tired and if I don't carry you there, you won't go," I told her matter-of-factly, shrugging once.

"Well, that's the point of having fucking legs, Edward!" Bella snapped, smacking my chest again, but then leaning in to kiss it. She cradled into my arms, and as soon as I made it up to my room, she was long gone.

After putting Bella down – God, now I sound like a fucking parent – I went back downstairs to sit on the couch and think. It's all I could do at this point. I liked to think Bella and I were going through this the right way, but I couldn't help but feel something was missing. There were a dozen different paths that could happen from the path that Bella and I chose, and I didn't know which to take. What Bella was feeling. Certainly there were no second-guessing my child inside of Bella, but my concerns started after the baby would be born. Bella would be pregnant for the rest of our senior year, all summer and some of September, too. That would put a damper on college for her. Hell, that's if she wanted to go to college.

We'd never really talked too much about our career paths because we'd chose to stay with each other for the rest of our lives, and that we would follow the other to college. That probably would have changed slightly – say a long distance relationship – if we weren't going to have a baby.

But we were. Bella and I, teenagers in high school, were going to bring a little life into this world. One that we would have to take care of all by ourselves.

I rubbed my hands over my face, feeling totally spent and wasted.

BPOV

As soon as Edward left the room, thinking that I was sound asleep, I bounded up from the bed and kneeled beside it. Reaching under it I palmed around until I found the hard surface of the scrapbook. I plopped it down on the bed and sat down with my back to the headboard. I'd made this for Edward when we were fifteen and still deeply in love. I hadn't looked at this in the longest time, and seeing as I couldn't sleep, though I was see-stars tired, I seemed totally perfect.

I opened it slowly, greeted by the first picture of us as kids. The book had pictures from way back when of us both. A few were embarrassing, but I couldn't help but add them in – they were significant.

I flipped through all the young pictures, the times when we didn't have these feelings. Ones of us running around in our diapers together, many of us in the bathtub, completely naked, together. I momentarily gaped at the way my mother used to dress me, but I could admit my style never really improved. Edward looked adorable beyond belief, being nothing but a younger version of him now. I traced over a picture of his face at fourteen years old, thinking That's what my son is going to look like one day.

Edward would kill me if he knew I was still thinking of our baby as a boy.

There was a really pretty picture of Edward and I on prom of last year. He looked so sexy in that tuxedo! I could almost see myself melting in the picture. Alice had put me in a layered halter dress, a deep shade of blue, and curled my hair and done my makeup. The girl was an artist. This is probably the only picture I will ever admit to liking.

We'd been such good friends when we were children.

And seeing that picture from last year's prom, I realized just how much my life had changed.

I'd gotten pregnant after being under pressure to have sex, then my parents abandoned me. They shut me out because of my beautiful accident. The people that made me and gave birth to me kicked me out and forced me to live with my second family.

There was no amount of complaining with that, though. I was okay that I was now in a secure household, but that my parents didn't want their grandchild...it hurt. I didn't care that they didn't want me, but my baby was a different story. What had he done wrong? What had he done to get that kind of neglecting from my parents when he wasn't even born yet. Hell, I wasn't even showing yet!

I tossed the book back under the bed as my eyes started watering. It was too much at the moment. I couldn't take that much.

So do you think its a boy or girl? Names? Start telling me in your reviews -- my mind's a blank slate for the gender and names for their baby!

Help me out, people!

-Mickey