Sorry its been so long... I feel bad. Please show some love, darlings!

As you can see I've had a pleasant name change. More suiting, eh?

Okay, so, it's a little sweet and teasing here, but also a little serious at the end, and I have a feeling that I'm going to get more abuse for this. So, I shall repeat the following for all slow and/or forgetful minds:

This story is fictional. F-I-C-T-I-O-N! If you were adopted, good for you, this story has nothing to do with you. If you gave up a baby, good for you, this has nothing to do with you. If you were a teen mommy, you know how hard it is. If you weren't a teen mommy, try to relate instead of having a stick up your ass. These are Bella and Edward's points on adoption, and all that. Not necessarily mine.

I don't want those attacks anymore, because they're unreasonable. Seriously.

I hope those bashing reviewers read this!

So, yeah, onto the story.

BPOV

"Just be nice, Bella," Edward said, his eyes trained on Jessica. "She won't be sticking around long."

I looked at him angrily. "Really? 'Cause this whore would go to the ends of the earth to 'stick around' with you," I spat. "Can we just duck inside, Edward? I'll even take maternity clothes into consideration." I turned to walk, but it was too late.

"Hey, Edward, Bella," Jessica said. I had this intense feeling to claw her eyes out, which were flattened on Edward. Did hormones show up this early? I wondered. "What are you guys doing here?" Jessica continued, oblivious to the way I was glaring her down. Her eyes shifted up to the display. "Oh, right. Your pregnant, Bella."

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" I snapped, stepping forward. Her eyebrows pulled together as her eyes squinted to synchronize me. My own eyebrows rose. "Look, we're a little busy here, Jessica, so if you could just...go away?" Desperately, I was trying to be nice. At this point in my life, I didn't want her to be mad at me; that would feel like a living curse at school. Having to deal with what she would put me through and pregnancy, I knew I would be a goner.

"That's okay, Bella," she snapped back, "because I didn't even want to talk to you, anyway." She gave me one of her famous poisonous smiles before turning it on Edward, but less grating. "Edward, do you think we could talk in private for a minute?" she asked, biting her lip.

The action left a sickening feeling in my stomach. Like I could compete with her, even if she has been around the block more than twice.

"No, Bella and I are a little busy right now, maybe another time, okay?" Edward said, more politely than she probably deserved. He was really too polite for anyone in this world.

"Really it'll only take a minute," Jessica objected.

I bit my lip, tapping my foot for this girl to go away. I would have gladly helped her, had I had the guts. Edward said, "Not now, we're busy."

She sighed. "Okay, we can talk at school," she agreed. "Well, I have to go so I'll see you, Edward." She smiled, that poisonous look, and turned on her heel, heading away.

"I hate her," I told him. "I hate her so much. She's doing this just to bug me and hurt me, Edward; she knows it'll get to me and I can't do a stupid thing about it!" I knew I was overreacting, and maybe even coming to the brink of hysteria by the way my voice was rising. I rubbed my forehead at the spot where it was suddenly throbbing. "Okay, let's just go. I need some kind of pregnancy book," I decided, not that I needed reading material but that I really had to read up on this stuff.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"How are your jeans fitting?" Edward asked seriously. "Still fitting into all your clothes or not?"

I frowned. "Not," I whined childishly. "Alice can take me shopping for that kind of stuff. Really, its not that big of a difference, just a little fuller in the jeans and my bras feel small, but you probably don't want to hear about that, so." I shrugged. "Edward, can we please just move on already?"

Edward grabbed my hand. "Are you sure you don't want to take a look?" he drawled, trying to get me to cave and look at pregnancy attire.

"I'll Google it when I get home," I told him, then asked sarcastically, "Did you know Google comes with pictures, Edward? Yeah, I know, it shocks us all."

"You suck at being condescending," he huffed, pulling me away from the maternity store. "It was merely a suggestion, Bella, you could have just turned it down."

"Oh, I did alright."

No matter how many times I've been through this mall I didn't realize how many baby stores there were. Ones I would now get to experience. I pulled Edward to the book store, joking that I hoped he had his wallet, and to the pregnancy section. It covered rows and rows of pale wood shelves across one wall, a large blue sign hanging over top: PREGNANCY/PARENTING. I shuddered at the words.

Edward's arm settled over my shoulders, and I bit my lip harder.

"What to Expect When Your Expecting," he said aloud. "A classic." He nudged me forward. "Go for it, baby."

I shook my head fast. "I think I'm going to be sick," I said automatically, though I felt no discomfort. Yet.

"Just get it, Bella. Its not like you to not take advantage of someone offering to buy you something. You feeling okay?" he quipped, putting a hand to my forehead.

"Very funny," I said sarcastically. "Of course I'm not feeling one hundred percent, but I don't think you really want me to take advantage of your buying." He shrugged like it meant nothing to him. "Fine," I mouthed, reaching for the thick book on the shelf. I shoved it against his chest and went back to scanning the selection. My eyes feel on another one. "You'll want this," I said, mostly speaking to myself, picking up When Men are Pregnant. It was more out of comedy then actual use. "Happy? I took advantage," I said smugly.

His eyebrows creased as he looked at the title of the book. "This isn't what I had in mind, but whatever," he said dismissively. "Are you done then?"

"Yeah, before I realize all the stuff I don't know about babies, let's get out of here," I agreed. He laughed as he pulled on my hand, but a big colourful print caught my eye. "Wait, Edward, I already got distracted!" I pulled the book off the shelf. He plucked it from my hands. I'll admit that it wasn't an appetizing book, but this was one thing that I was so clueless on.

Edward's nose wrinkled. "These books are graphic, Bella, are you sure?"

"I need it, Edward," I begged. "I've always wanted to look at pictures of women pushing babies out of their va-jay-jays!"

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Your so sick," he smirked, rubbing my back with his hand. I smiled as I pushed him toward the register.

"I'm not sick, Edward, I'm just curious."

"Right." He rolled his eyes. "Curious enough to buy a book of pictures and explanations of labour and all that?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Not completely, but close."

Edward agreed to the purchase but he didn't fully agree on me owning that type of book. Heck, I wasn't too keen on it either, but I had to be informed before I pushed this baby out of my vagina. I was still scanning around the selection when he came back and handed the bag to me. I smiled and kissed his cheek, before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the store.

Next, we found ourselves in a baby store. This time I felt more excitement when I saw all the clothes and baby items sitting on shelves. Of course, though, we were just looking.

In the whole store the most dominant colors were blue and pink. I steered toward the blue, but Edward grabbed and dragged me toward the pink. "Edward, we don't even know yet," I objected, even though I'd just been trying to do the exact same thing.

"I really don't care," he laughed.

In all our years, I don't think I've ever seen him so excited, which twisted my heart. A good twist, definitely. In a way I was excited too, but more nervous than anything. This wasn't like getting a puppy, where all you did was let him out when it was time to go to the bathroom or dump some food in a bowl. This was something that involved so much attention that Edward and I both had to give.

"I'm going to put in your head, Bella," Edward said, "that this is a girl. All the pink will be embedded into your brain, until it haunts you." His voice turned into a creepy tone and he wagged his fingers in my face. I slapped them away, but couldn't keep the smile from my face.

"Aah, Edward, your not as smart as you think," I said. "You see, we're having a boy! A baby boy." I pointed a finger at a blue sign that read "BOYS". "That."

"This." He pointed at the pink sign above our heads. I scowled. "Oh, give it a rest, Bella. We'll find out in a few short months."

But Edward kept leaning toward all the pink stuff, and as much as the boy-or-girl debate was a fun game, that's all it was. A game. He really wanted a girl, and I saw that. It actually made me what to give him a girl. Something about having a boy first was more appealing though, in terms of a family expansion and thinking for the future.

So I let him pull me to all the pretty pink things that, I had to admit, were really pretty. In a biased way, pink was prettier than blue.

"Baby bath...boy bath toys...bottles...diapers – Edward, we're screwed!" I turned to him, throwing my hands up. He stood behind me, hands in his pockets and watching as I walked by the shelf. "Like we have the money for a this. I should just go make amends with my parents!" And right now, it didn't seem so bad, now that I was seeing all the baby items.

"Now, now, there's no reason to resort to the inevitable, Bella," he said easily. I didn't understand how laidback he could be. "I've got it covered. One more time, its called the Cullen Wages. There's nothing to worry about." He shrugged.

Has he already done this math?

"Sure," I drawled. "But Edward, I didn't even include the crib and the car seat and all those little swingy toys."

He raised an eyebrow. "Swingy?"

I frowned, turning away to look at the jars of gross-looking baby food. "Swingy" just proved how not ready I was for this. What kind of word is swingy anyway, for a soon-to-be mommy? I felt immature, though it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Bella?" Edward's hand was on my back.

"This is going to be a failed attempt," I mumbled. "Edward, what the hell were we thinking? That we could really do this?" I didn't think I would have second thoughts about this baby sense I first told Edward about it. "Maybe we should consider adoption."

The words burned and sizzled on my tongue, and I tasted iron in the back of my throat. This was my baby – it was because of me that she or he was alive. But a teenager...a teenager can't provide everything a baby needs. Not even two teenagers. All children deserve a chance, and I didn't want to take that away from mine.

"No, stop," Edward said, swinging me around to face him. "Listen to me, we're not giving this up, Bella. That's crazy...stupid talk!" He seemed flustered now, all laidback-ness gone. "Everything is going to go perfectly, without a hitch. We're not giving him up for a adoption."

"But, Edward..." I struggled. But I was complaining to say that I didn't want to keep him or her. I didn't want to make a mistake.

"Bella, I promise everything will be fine. I swear on my life, nothing bad will ever happen." Edward sounded so sure and looked so convincing. He squeezed my shoulders once, pulling me closer to him.

I tried to struggle, but I knew I needed this reassurance. Soon or later, before I just cracked.

Certainly not a cliffy, but review worthy, don't cha think?

Now before anyone gets hyped up, I will say that my beginning Author's Note was not mention to offend anyone.

I hope you guys enjoyed it, and the more reviews the more motivated I am. xoxo