A/N: As well as here, you can now find all my stories over on Fictionpad (under the same name). Recently fanfiction has been deleting a lot of stories, so all of mine are now in multiple places to ensure you'll always be able to find them :)

Bella:

We're self-imploding

Under the weight of your advice

I wear a suitcase

Under each one of my eyes

"Edward told me you were considering getting a part-time job." Fucking traitor. "Carlisle and I think that it'd be better for you to put off getting a job. We're not saying never, just maybe after the birth. You've already had some…complications; we wouldn't want anything to happen."

Great. Now I feel guilty and tearful and horrible.

"Just say it," I mutter, closing my eyes.

"Say what?" Esme questions.

"I'm going to be a shit mother. Not only can I not pay for my baby, but now I'm considering things to put us in more danger," I tell her, willing away the tears.

"No you're not, sweetie," Esme quickly assures me, resting her hand on my arm. She's so motherly. "We regularly get government grants to help us, along with Carlisle's wages. We have plenty of money to help out you and your baby," Esme says.

"But I don't-"

"Don't say you don't deserve it. Because you do. We want to help you, with everything," Esme tells me kindly. I open my eyes and glance over at her. "We're here to make sure your baby stays with you. I'm sure Rose will gladly help you, too," Esme smiles at me.

I smile back, a little hesitant.

"Thank you," I tell her sincerely. One day I'll repay them.

"Your necklace is very beautiful," Esme comments.

I look down at the locket. "It was my grandmother's. She gave it to me before she passed away," I admit. "My grandmother made the best chocolate and hazelnut cookies, but whenever I try to make them they never turn out as well as hers," I add.

"We could try to make them?" Esme suggests, smiling wider now.

"I'd like that," I agree, standing up.

We make our way into the kitchen, and I try to recall all the ingredients my grandmother used. It's been quite a while since I tried to make these cookies.

******SML*******

There's flour all over the kitchen, over us and all on the floors. Chocolate chips have spilled on the counter, along with a few hazelnuts. Some butter accidentally got placed too close to the oven, which has subsequently melted all over the counter.

To summarise, the kitchen is an absolute mess.

"Baking is never fun unless you make a mess," Esme declares as Edward and Alice walk in and assess the mess. "That's what my mum always used to say," she adds, winking at me.

I smile and giggle, dusting some flour off my face.

"How did you make so much mess?" Edward asks as Alice picks up a chocolate chip and munches on it.

"Good question," I nod as Edward steps further into the kitchen.

He walks over to me, standing just an inch away, and reaches forward to my hair. After pulling a chocolate chip out of my hair, he brushes the strand behind my ear.

"You, uh, had a chocolate chip," he mumbles, blushing fiercely when he remembers that his mother and sister are still in the room. I look down to try and hide the smile on my face.

When I look back up, I just see him quickly fleeing the room.

Alice helps Esme and I clean up the kitchen, and their glances at each other don't go unnoticed by me. All I can think of is how close Edward was and how good he smelt.

The distraction of thoughts of Edward makes me walk into cupboards and drop numerous items, so much that eventually Esme sends me off to go and have a shower.

I think I was more of a hindrance than a help.

******SML*******

The next few weeks fly by, and, before I know it, I'm being driven to the hospital for a second ultrasound scan. By now, I'm 12 weeks along, and Carlisle thought it'd be a good idea to have another ultrasound scan.

Due to the things that happened at the start of my pregnancy; the drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, Carlisle thought it would be best to have more ultrasounds than usual, just to check the progress of my baby and make sure there were no lasting effects.

Esme offered to join me for the ultrasound, as did Rose, so we're all currently driving to the hospital. I am pretty glad I have the both of them for comfort.

Everything is fine with the scan, the nurse tells me, which is a great relief. Whilst we're waiting for pictures to be printed, talk turns to Rose's baby.

"Only a couple of weeks to go now!" Esme grins.

"Yeah…it seems surreal," Rose murmurs, gently rubbing her stomach.

"Hopefully he won't be a screamer," I grin over at her.

"Any ideas for names?" Esme asks Rose.

"I don't really have any idea," Rose shrugs. "I'm hoping it'll be one of those things that when I see him; I'll know," she adds, sighing happily.

"That's what happened with Alice and Edward," Esme comments. "Well, for Alice it was spontaneous. But, for Edward, Carlisle had wanted the name for quite a bit," Esme explains.

"That kinda describes their personalities. Alice; spontaneous, and Edward; always with a plan," Rose snickers.

Finally the nurse returns with the pictures, so I get cleaned up and then we're ready to leave.

Once home, I pin the 12 week scan next to the previous scan and smile happily. In a way, I'm envious that Rose's due date is so soon. But then I realise how completely unprepared I am, which makes me glad that I still have about six months to prepare for a baby.

I'm just about to start doing some homework when I hear a knock at the main door. I walk over to my door and try to listen in, wondering who would be coming around in the evening. No one ever comes round this late.

"I don't think it's a good idea that you're here," I hear Esme saying, sounding distressed.

I creep out onto the landing, wondering what's got her upset. Esme's never upset, she's always so happy.

"I want to see my daughter!"

A/N: Thoughts on who might be at the door? :O

Lyrics: Tokyo by The Wombats