Firstly, the names have been coming in, but we won't find out until next chapter because I want to give people time to vote. Lastly, The story will finish June 2nd, so it doesn't have many chapters left, I just want to thank all the people that reviewed and let me know that they accepted my work, and enjoyed it, thank you so much!

BPOV

As I entered my third trimester life at the Cullens got much more difficult. In one month it would be Edwards 29th Birthday, I had wanted a celebration, but the slave driver i.e. Edward "My husband" Cullen wouldn't let me move an inch. It didn't help when the doctor of the family supported him; I wasn't even able to go to the hospital when Alice had Brandon. Last month Alice had given birth to a little bundle of joy that they named Brandon Clark Hale. The boy was adorable. He had Alice's jet black hair, and Jasper's blue eyes. He was a big baby, such that we teased Alice that she couldn't possibly have given birth to him, we all suspected he would grow tall like his father. The baby, however, I didn't get to see until they brought him home from the hospital. I cursed the day when I had to go on bed rest, doctor's orders. They did film it however, not the nasty part, but the naming of the baby and Alice all sweaty faced, holding him. They had named him Brandon as in Alice's last name, and Clark had been Jasper and Rose's fathers' name, I saw how Rosalie cried when she heard and hugged her brother, I saw when Lily stood up next to the bed and tried to tell the baby not to cry, which miraculously, he didn't. But that was the thing, I wasn't even there to experience it, I couldn't touch him, see the emotions, feel the same way, because I wasn't there. I was at home, in bed, waiting. All because I tripped and fell on my butt one time. The doctor decided I was a risk, especially carrying triplets, and so, he put me on bed rest until I had to deliver in august, and it was only May! What made things worse was that Edward was off from work, so he was around all the time. I couldn't move without him eyeing me worriedly, he wouldn't even have SEX! I would sit in bed all day, sometimes, I would watch the television, some stupid channel with stupid problems, or I would stare at the walls, or the ceiling. Nessie and Allie would see me when they got home from school, which Edward was doing because of course, I couldn't drive EITHER!

It didn't make it better that I had to get up to pee a lot! And Edward just didn't seem to like that fact. Also, my pregnancy hormones were all over the place, so my emotions would change in a millisecond. One example of this, was when I was laughing at some show on the television and Allie came in the room crying because she had tripped (god that girl inherited my clumsiness, unlike Nessie who was as graceful as her father). I wanted to help her so badly, but Edward wouldn't let me so I just started bawling my eyes out until I couldn't cry any longer.

Poor Edward wasn't getting any sleep. He would do everything for the girls and me and then I would wake him up in the middle of the night when I got one of my crazy cravings. The weirdest so far was Taco's with Caramel Sauce (thanx to an awesome reviewer for the disgusting combo!) but there were other that gave it competition, lately, what I wanted the most was eggs, bunches and bunches of eggs, in all different styles, hard boiled, omelets, Sunnyside up, anything at all with eggs and I would eat it. This, however wasn't strange to me at all, I had also craved eggs when I was carrying the girls, so Edward, being the genius that he is, stocked up on them before I got back from the hospital.

I felt horrible, for making him do everything, and get so little rest, and that I would wake him up, but if I slightly moved in the bed, his eyes would open and he would look to see if I needed anything, I had no option since he would've never let me go get my stuff, myself. I felt guilty and sad and angry all the time, sometimes at once, and he was always understanding and considerate, and that would make me angrier and sadder and guiltier. I was so tired of not being able to move or do anything. I couldn't pick up my daughters or make them dinner or breakfast. I couldn't men Allie when she got a bruise from a fall, I wasn't there to watch Nessie dance gracefully around the room.

I couldn't help Alice change Brandon's diaper when she came over, or play with Lily and Charlie. I couldn't even get up to hug my brother when he told me Rose was pregnant, again. She was only a month along, but I was surprised that she was, seeing as they had only wanted two children. It seemed to me that we were finally all grown up. We all had kids, some already up and at it, some on the way, we had big companies and important jobs, we had families. We were finally where we always wanted to be.

I was happy, yet frustrated. All I wanted was to be able to move, I was sad to say I had gotten used to not feeling my butt or my legs. I was used to the boredom. I hated it! I wanted to be free, like a bird, or a whale. A whale? Yes, even a whale, because that's what I felt like. I was HUGE! Not just grand in size, not a cute, one baby bump, not even a large two baby bump. Nope, Edwards little fishies had to multiply by THREE! Therefore, I, Bella, had to carry three babies. That didn't result in a bump, but in an oversized beach ball of a belly that was so large that when I was lying down, I couldn't see my feet, not even when a pillow was holding up my head. It was so bad that I bet I could pull off a record in the Guinness Book of World Records. Edward's comments when I said this would be the most annoying words ever said:

"Bella you are being UTTERLY ABSURD!"

I hated when he said that, and called me beautiful. I wasn't beautiful, I was something else, far from it I was a big, fat, COW! And I could wait till I had my babies out of me so I could go back to being… well, not a cow!

EPOV

I could tell she was unhappy with the current arrangements but I couldn't change the fact that she couldn't leave the bed. I knew part of the crying and yelling were the pregnancy hormones, but it hurt me to see my beautiful Bella sad, or angry, it was engraved in my DNA to worry for her, to care for her. She thought she was being selfish, she felt guilty. I knew all of this, because I knew her. I had tried to explain, but she just wouldn't listen. I, Edward Cullen, wanted to do everything for her. I would do it if she wasn't pregnant, but this gave me an excuse, because I knew otherwise she wouldn't let me. I wanted to help. She was carrying our children. She had to go through back ache, soreness, boredom, hormones, and cravings, tripled. It was only fair that I get to do everything she can't while she is going through something I never could go through. It was only fair that I attended her every whim while she was carrying our children in her stomach, even though I would do it anyways because I loved her, even if she weren't having the triplets.

I wasn't bored at all doing all these things for her. Yes, I would admit I was more tired, but I wasn't so tired that I couldn't function; I was the type of tired that you would be when you had babies. I was just getting used to it, especially since our daughters were extremely good sleepers, even when they were newborns.

I was walking in to the triplets nursery, that we had set up last week. There was one wall with two cribs, and on the opposite wall there was only one. The wall with one crib was painted pink, and the crib would go to our little girl. The other wall was blue, where our little boys would be. The other two walls were painted in 5 inch blue and pink stripes. We had everything we needed for their arrival, including lots and lots of diapers. We had small toys and mobiles; we had installed an air purification system for the whole house and had set up a extremely soft carpet that the babies could play in and not get allergies. At the corner of the room, there was a big corner window that looked out on the back yard, and had two fluffy chairs, one in blue, saying Daddy and one in Pink saying Mommy.

Once we gave the babies there names we (as in Alice) decided we (as in Me) would stencil their names into the wall, especially the boys' so there wouldn't be confusion.

We had done the same with the girls, but it wasn't necessary since they had different hair and eyes. There was a possibility, however, that the boys were identical, in which case we would need markers such as wall stencils and colored clothes to differentiate them until they were old enough to be able to be differentiated, and hopefully never have to correct us for mistaking them.

I wanted to talk names with Bella, but she had only told me one definite name, the one that we would name the first boy. It was already stenciled on the wall in a pretty cursive handwriting, Edward Jonathon Cullen. Apart from that, she had told me she didn't want to decide until they were born.

With that in mind I went downstairs from the third floor, and the nursery to find my beautiful, extremely stubborn wife starting to get up.

"Bella" I warned, and she just looked up at me innocently, getting back on the bed with a huff.

"DADDY!" came a voice from upstairs. I knew it was Nessie. I warned Bella with my eyes and walked back upstairs into the girls' room. It had changed from nursery to bedroom when they turned one year old. Alice and my mom had taken over the design and it now looked like I had entered a fairy castle. The room was big, There were two children's beds, one with purple bedding, that I knew was Nessie's and one with pink that was Allie's. They had a normal black headboard that Alice had updated by putting their names in glittered plastic and attaching it. They had a little play area, and we had baby proofed it so they couldn't come down so there was a little locked gate in the doorway so they couldn't come out, though I expected Nessie could probably open it.

"What is it princess?" I asked Nessie.

"Allie got a laceration to her leg" she told me calmly. I did a double take. How was it possible that my one and a half year old daughter was using words like laceration? This was too much. Oh god, how did she know these things?

"Ok pumpkin, let me see" I told Allie who was bawling her eyes out. She did have a cut and it looked infected so I called my dad, I knew how to do it, but I just didn't mess with my kids' health, and he should be home by now anyways.

AS he walked in the room, instead of asking me, though maybe he hadn't seen me as yet, since I was in the bathroom, he asked Nessie what was wrong.

"She has a laceration on her leg." She told him and I laughed as my fathers' eyes bugged out in shock, his mouth wide. I nodded at him, and he already perfectly understood, no need to tell him how special our Nessie really was.