I have bad news sweeties… My updates are going to be erratic and longer. Being an adult does that. Between going to work with my grandmother from 9 to 5 and house work, it's gonna be difficult to update frequently. But the good news is that I won't be going to college until next semester (financial reasons) so I have more time!
On another note! I'm not going to nursing, I told my mom it wasn't what I wanted, despite the money, and she wants me to do what makes me happy, so I'm going into reading and writing! *round of applause* lol.
Disclaimer: I am not that Stephenie, I'm Stephanie! LOL
BELLA
I groaned again for Edward's benefit. Stupid, protective, distressing boyfriend.
It was a Saturday night, perfectly cool, clear skied. And I was stuck in bed! Ugh!
The poisoned chicken had turned out to be fine. Nothing wrong with it. A few days after the incident I had come down with a 102.3 fever. In April! Along with a nasty stomach virus. The weird thing was that I had a monstrous appetite. I ate several helpings. Adding strange toppings and condiments that weren't exactly made to accompany meals. And dessert was my favorite. I had Edward stock the freezer with all sorts of ice cream and had him buy out all the Snickers and Baby Ruth's from the tobacco store down the street.
The only upside was Wyatt, my little doctor. He would bring me water and damp wash cloths. He would crawl into our bed and open one of his picture books. His favorite was Where the Wild Thing Are. It was sweet. Wyatt also helped Edward cook dinner and clean up around the house, while I was stuck in bed with crosswords and romance novels.
I was being a stubborn patient. I flat out refused to go to the doctor, saying this would blow over in a few days…
It's been two weeks.
My lack of activity was showing physical evidence. I was getting pudgy. I felt bloated and soar. I longed to get up and walk around. But Edward all but tied me to bed. My only way to stretch out my legs was the ten steps into the bathroom to the toilet and shower.
But as soon as the rituals were over, I was pointed to the bed by Edward's finger. I felt like a misbehaving child.
The hospital treatment was getting to me. Sometimes I even cried, begging to go outside.
I even fought with Edward. Screamed and cried at him. Threats and names I would never repeat. After a healthy lashing at him, he started to observe me more carefully.
Back to the present.
I huffed and fell back into the pillows. Wyatt was already down for the night and Edward and I were in bed. He was reading, glasses sexily perched on his nose. I felt a stir below my stomach. But right then, I was too pissed to convince him to make love with me.
I rubbed my eyes, sleep washing over me. Why was I so tired? I took a six hour nap today.
"Bella?"
"Hmm?" I answered, blinking my eyes to stay awake.
"When was your last cycle?" he asked quietly.
Even though he was the man that had seen me naked, I blushed.
But I counted, I honestly couldn't remember. My eyes went wide, I was awake now…
"Have you been really nauseated off and on?"
I hesitantly answered him. "…Yes?"
"And food cravings?"
I looked at him then at the empty Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough carton on my nightstand.
"Sexual cravings?"
"Not at the moment." I replied childishly, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Bella, you're pregnant," he said simply. A small smile twitched in his lips.
I sputtered, my eyes going wide. "What?! No, I couldn't be. We haven't… Oh…"
"Oh?" He turned to me, setting done his book and taking off his glasses.
The memory made the dim orangely lit room swirl. My stomach fluttered nervously. That one night. In the living room. I groaned.
"I'm…" I swallowed hard, "pregnant." My voice was barely a whisper.
"I'll make an appointment with your doctor tomorrow," he murmured, taking me into his arms. He kissed my temple every now and then and smoothed out my hair. I pulled up my tank top and stared at my pouch I had developed. It seemed odd, only about three months and it was noticeable? Most movies I'd seen about pregnancy, the women didn't show until their late fourth month, and even then it was smaller than this.
I gasped when Edward's hands rested on my belly. Caressing it.
"Are you upset?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"I don't know. This is a first for me…"
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean?" I countered.
"Do you want it? The baby, I mean."
"Well I can't get rid of it… Well I can, but I don't think I could do that…"
"Mmm."
"Do you want it?"
"More than you could know…"
I blinked. Edward wanted more children? With me?
I covered his hands with mine. "I guess were having a baby." I giggled, feeling a different kind of fluttering in my stomach.
We both gasped, there was movement.
"Is that normal?" I whispered.
He chuckled. "You should be in your second trimester soon. Ten weeks. But you're a little big for three months… Lauren wasn't even showing with Wyatt at three months."
His cheek rested on my head as he gently massaged my stomach.
I moaned, Lauren.
"Maybe I'm just a freak, having a twenty pound baby."
He laughed. "It could be that you're so small."
"I'm not that small!" This caused more laughter.
"Alice is only a few inches shorter and she's bordering dwarfism."
I growled. "Shut it, or sleep on the couch," I grumbled, pushing him away and turning to my side and closing my eyes. Edward only chuckled and turned off the lamp. He muttered something like, "attack of the hormones", before sighing and copying my posture.
EDWARD
Bella sighed as her name was called. I squeezed her clammy hand as we walked through the door and into an alcove. The nurse took Bella's weight, which Bella groaned at the numbers. Blood pressure and gave her a container for a urine sample. I remembered all of this with Lauren. Except Lauren wasn't as moody. I chuckled as Bella came out of the bathroom, nose scrunched up and holding the cup as far away from her as she could.
She shot me a death glare and handed it to the nurse. We were showed into a small room with a padded table with stirrups and a folded hospital gown at the end. A bulky machine I recognized as a ultrasound machine.
Bella snatched the gown and grumbled as she changed. I bit my cheek to stop smiling and sat in a chair beside the table. Bella crawled up with a huff, her hormones were not being kind his morning.
Bella woke with a start beside me and bolted for the bathroom. The jostle from the bed pulled me from sleep and I followed her groggily. She was knelt over the toilet, emptying her stomach. I sleepily held back her hair. It was so easy to fall back into this routine. When she was finished she brushed her teeth. I decided to do the same.
I smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Welcome to motherhood."
She grimaced, then shooed me out so she could use the bathroom. I went to the dresser and pulled on a grey shirt. Wyatt was already in the living room watching cartoons. I couldn't wait to tell him that he was going to be a big brother.
I started breakfast, eggs and toast. No more bacon for Bella. Instead I pulled out some smoked ham leftovers and warmed it up in the oven. I set down three plates and filled them. Two glasses of orange juice and me a mug of strong coffee.
"No coffee?! Why can't I have coffee?" Bella wined. I smiled and glanced at Wyatt. He was stuffing his mouth and watching Bella with raised eyebrows. Bella scowled and chugged her juice.
I called her OB/GYN and asked Lauren to take Wyatt. She winked at me, knowingly, and took Wyatt. Bella's mood went from bad to worse, way worse. She complained in colorful language that none of her jeans fit her. She ended up in a pair of my old football pants and a tank top.
I was smug about the top showing that she was indeed pregnant. Bella groaned. We left around noon, taking a cab to the hospital. The whole way she nitpicked about what she couldn't eat anymore. And almost cried when I told her absolutely no more alcohol.
The door opened and a smiling woman in a white doctors coat came in with a clipboard of the papers I filled out. Bella was too busy slurping down a banana smoothie I ran to get from the cafeteria.
She was beautiful for her age. Honey brown curls and a warm expression.
"I'm Dr. Cullen. Congratulations."
I took Bella's hand and we smiled politely.
"You're Ten and a half weeks along. Blood pressure is good. But the weight is a little high for third month. Now it's not unusual, but we'll have to watch your diet," she prattled, looking over the information.
She asked Bella the routine questions, gave her some pregnancy facts, then came the exciting part. The ultrasound.
Bella let out a breath and laid back. Dr. Cullen lifted her gown and spread the clear blue gel over Bella's stomach. She looked at the monitor, waiting for a clear picture.
I squinted at the screen. It looked odd. Nothing like Wyatt's.
"Oh, my." Dr. Cullen replied calmly.
"What, what is it?" Bella asked, nervousness in her voice. She squeezed my hand tightly.
"Well, you see this?" She pointed to a small blob that was clearly a baby. "Then this?" She pointed to a similar one. "Then this one?" Another. Only noticeably smaller.
"It seems that you're carrying triplets, Miss Swan."
I stared at the three apparent fetuses. Three. Triplets. I would have for kids?
"T-t-t-trip-l-lets-s-s?" Bella stuttered.
"Yes, and from what I see here, they are completely healthy, their organs are developing nicely. Hearts are almost fully developed and the limbs are visible. But the one that's the smaller of the two is in concern. But with multiples it's normal to have an underweight child," she explained.
She told us she would print out several copies, fill out some prescriptions for Bella and gave us her husband's name and number. He was a great doctor who would be best to deliver our… babies. It was still hard to believe. The ride back home was strange. Bella was so quiet. I was worried she was second-thinking about wanting to be a mother now.
I cooked some fish and asparagus for dinner and gave her a thorough foot rub, before going to bed. I smiled at the thought of telling the guys tomorrow night…
What a chapter! Lol! Poor Bella. Triplets!
I researched triplet pregnancy for like two hours and was very fascinated. At only ten weeks the babies are noticeably human lol
R&R sweeties!
LUNA
