The paparazzi were non-stop throughout the pregnancy. Even when I got had my six month scan at the hospital, the press was outside, waiting for us. But I didn't let this bother me anymore, because I was used to it by now.

The paparazzi were always interested in whatever we were doing, and I always had the fans to fall back on anyway. They weren't too bothered about my pregnancy which was lucky. And as I got more and more bigger, the less Rob wanted to spend in the public eye.

I went to the Breaking Dawn premiere with him in Los Angeles and London, in November when I was five months pregnant, but after that, Rob wanted us both to take it easy and take a break for at least the remainder of my pregnancy.

And obviously, his Parents agreed with him. His Mum especially. So, for the time being to keep a low profile, we moved in with Rob's friend, Tom, after he had said it was okay. He lived nearby anyway, and he was going to be out most of the time.

I was still so scared about having this baby, especially as I was so big now, and especially as everybody kept getting baby clothes for our baby now; in yellow, of course. Rachael still came to see us everyday with baby Leo and Jackson, but the others were trying to keep the visits as private as possible, now that everyone has thought we had moved back in with the Girls.

We had thought about doing that, but we realized that everyone would think we were there straight away, and come round the house so there would still be no difference in moving form home.

I woke up late in Tom's usual spare bedroom, to see that Rob had already gone. I went downstairs to look for him, to find a note on the table from Rob himself.

Just gone to make sure my surprise is ready for you. I'll be back at ten to pick you up, and then you can see it yourself.

See you soon.

Love you.

My first thought was obviously to wonder what he was up to. It was normal for me, after all the surprises that we had been getting, with everyone buying clothes. Although everyone had been helpful.

Mine and Rob's parents had already brought lots and lots of clothing, with my Brother and Sister helping buy clothes too. I was sure this Baby would have a whole cupboard full of clothes before she or he was even born.

Lizzie and Victoria had already brought us a musical mobile to go onto the cot; which I still needed to get. It was so cool, and it was Miffy. I absolutely loved Hello Kitty and Miffy, and it wouldn't matter if the baby was a boy, because Miffy wasn't the same as Hello Kitty in the sense that it wasn't pink.

It did have cute Miffy figures attached to it, but I absolutely loved it. I couldn't wait until I brought the cot to make it more official, but I wasn't rushing it, because I didn't know what my baby was going to be.

I waited in the living room to wait for Rob to come back, thinking about all the stuff that I was yet to get for this baby's arrival when the door being unlocked interrupted my thoughts. I got up and went into the hallway, expecting just to see Rob.

Rob and Tom walked in the door, with Tom grinning at me. I rolled my eyes at him, because he knew for a fact that I hated surprises, and this included this one. And something told me that he was in on this 'surprise' too.

''Looking…radiating today Charlie. That pregnancy glow never wares off.'' Tom complemented me. I rolled my eyes again, knowing that this was just another way to try and make me forget about this surprise of mine.

''Some lovely comments there…but I'm not stupid. What's this surprise that you two have cooked up together?'' I asked, feeling suspicious about it, as I was the last to know between these three. That made me feel uncomfortable.

Tom chuckled in response, and shook his head as we all walked into the living room, with my hand still tenderly pressed against my huge stomach. Even at six months, my weight was driving me mad.

''Rob's going to explain in a sec. any kicking this morning?'' Tom asked me eagerly. Being single, Tom was all too keen for as many kicks from this baby as he could get his hands on. Being 'Uncle' Tom, of course.

''There was a couple of kicks this morning,'' I explained to him as he helped me sit back on the sofa, along with Rob. Because apparently six months pregnant, Women couldn't do that properly by themselves by the looks of these two.

I felt a funny little feeling in my stomach, telling me that another kick was going to be soon. ''And erm…'' I grabbed Tom's hand once I felt another kick, and pressed it exactly where the Baby kicked just a minute ago.

His eyes lit up in response, making me laugh. ''That's amazing.''

''Uh huh. It's a right little kicker, now.'' I agreed, impressed. He laughed in response; his hand still on my new top to see if anymore came along.

''That was another one, right?'' Tom exclaimed in delight.

''Yeah it was.'' I agreed, laughing with him. ''That had been a right little kick.''

''You're telling me.'' He agreed, just as happy.

''I think Uncle Tom was just going to go and put the beer in the fridge.'' Rob mumbled sourly, making me laugh. He was just messing about him, but at the same time, Rob did like to suck up all the kicks. But then he was the Dad, after all.

''Yeah, sorry mate.'' Tom laughed, getting out of the way. Rob rolled his eyes in response, his own hand instantly on my stomach as soon as he had sat down next to me on the sofa, whilst Tom went in the hallway; shutting the door behind him.

''No kicks.'' Rob sighed unhappily after a quiet moment.

''You never know; you just have to keep your hand there for a long time. I think it wakes the baby up, and then all of a sudden, you get this great big kick.'' I told him because it was true. He kept silent.

''Anyway you,'' I began, turning the subject back to my surprise. ''What's this surprise about?'' I asked him.

''You'll see when we go back to ours.''

''Okay then,'' I agreed easily. ''Well shall we go then?'' I asked him, struggling to get back up from the sofa. The struggle was getting up again, not sitting down. That, I had no trouble with, but with the getting up again?

It was like being old!

Rob helped me though, and we walked out of the house together, after saying goodbye to Tom, still hand in hand. He waited right until we got in the car until he finally kissed me; I hadn't missed that either.

''Grumpy,'' I complained as we drove away.

''What?'' he asked, trying to sound surprised.

''Don't think that I haven't caught on about that one either. You hadn't kissed me until then because of Tom sucking up the kicks.'' I spelled it out for him, because it was true. ''You were sulking.''

''I was not sulking-''

''-You were sulking.'' I spelled it out to him, interrupting him, and making him go quiet again. ''Baby kicks more for you usually, you know.'' I added casually as I rubbed my hands gently over my stomach over my maternity top.

''Good.'' Rob commented, smiling now. I rolled my eyes in response, and watched him concentrate on the road as we drove back to our house.

When we got outside the house, I was in shock. We were going back to the place that we loved most, and yet there was absolutely nothing. It was totally silent, with nobody about for once, which was nice.

He drove straight into the garage and we got out and headed to the house. I followed Rob up our stairs, and into the spare room where the baby's room would be. However, Rob made me stay outside.

After a few minutes, Rob's head popped around the door, with a grin on his face. I watched him suspiciously until he pulled a small, toy bunny around the door. And it was so cute. It was a cream colour, but had blue ears, and a blue ribbon around his neck, but that didn't matter. It wasn't a Girl thing, or a Boy thing. Just right, and so, so cute. And where the heart was supposed to be, it said; My First Bunny.

''I called it Billie. The bunny. That way it could be a Girl or a Boy, just like Baby.'' Rob explained, chuckling as he said it. I laughed a little bit in response, taking Billy the Bunny from him, and holding the small, soft Bunny in my hands.

''I like it.'' I promised Rob, because I truly did. I absolutely loved it. ''I absolutely love it.'' I promised him.

''And there's another surprise. Though I'm not sure that you'll like it…we'll see.'' Rob told me, instantly making me panicked.

''What is it?'' I asked him in shock. He just smiled and lead me through the door, and into the room. I gasped in shock as I took in the Moses basket. It was absolutely perfect, and I truly meant that.

It was a cream colour, and had wooden handles, running along the cream fabric protecting the small, wooden cot.

''God, it just…so small.'' I said in shock, as I walked over to it, taking in the cute, cream blanket to match the basket, with a small bunny in the corner. It looked so tiny that it was hard to think that anyone would fit in here.

''You don't think that…it's too small, do you?'' Rob asked horrified.

I laughed in response. ''No, no, definitely not! It's perfect; just enough room to fit our little baby.'' I promised him, rubbing my bump over tenderly again. ''And some more room for our tiny baby to move too.'' I added because it was true.

I reached out and stroked the soft fabric, before putting Billy the Bunny back into the Moses basket, where it would and should stay for as long as our little Baby wanted it. I sighed happily as I took in the next surprise next to it.

It was a black and grey car seat; perfectly small for our new Baby for when it came. ''Wow. I think you've done just about everything.'' I joked, laughing.

''Oh no…there's still plenty to do; plenty for us both to do.'' Rob added, making me smile. He walked closer and pressed his lips gently to the top of my head.

''Good,'' I replied, still stroking my baby bump gently. ''Because I cant wait for this little kicker to be here with us, alive.''

''Neither can I.'' He replied, sounding just as proud as me.

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