DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!

It was the day after the formal event. My mother and I were supposed to meet up for lunch, but I had to take Chloe shopping today. Her clothes were getting too small. I woke up and walked over to my bathroom. I took a shower and went to go change.

I put on black skinny jeans with and Abercrombie shirt that had a v-neck. I added a black, wool blazer and suede pumps. I did my make up and put on a necklace and went to go get Chloe. Her pneumonia was going away and I dibbed that it was okay for her to go outside. I picked up Chloe from her crib. She was wide awake making gurgling noises with her fist in her mouth. She was too cute.

I changed her stinky diaper and put on a green shirt with white pants on her. Her shoes were pink which matched the balloons that were on the shirt. We walked into the kitchen to find Edward leaning against the counter waiting for the coffee to be ready.

"Hey babe," I greeted. Chloe just gave a little squeal. Edward raised his head and spun around to look at us. He had a white wife beater and pajama pants on. He walked over a gave me a kiss. He pulled back and took Chloe from my arms and kissed her on the cheek. He was always worrying about me carrying Chloe for too long.

"Where you guys going?" He asked. I told him my plans for the day, while I got baby food for Chloe. He put her in the high chair and I sat down in the seat beside it.

"Mind if I come?" He asked. I told him I didn't mind. He went to change while I fed myself and Chloe. It wasn't too long before, Edward came out wearing a blue button down shirt and dark jeans. I grabbed my coat and Chloe's and we were off.

The minute we walked out the door a million flashes went off. What was going on? Chloe was starting to cry in the stroller we had put her into. It was the paparazzi. I should have known they were going to come sooner or later. We kept walking straight. We had to cross central park to get to the boutique store. The photographers kept asking me question, but I ignored them.

It was a relief to finally get to the store.

"Why are the paparazzi here?" Edward asked.

"You are one of the heirs to the Cullen fortune. That makes you New York royalty. And Phil supposedly cheated on my mom and the paparazzi were all over the scandal," I told him.

"But it is only going to get worse," I told Edward. Edward eyes bugged out as if that weren't possible. I pushed him and the stroller to a corner in the far right.

"How can it get worst?" Edward whispered.

"Did you forget about knocking me up again?" I asked him. Comprehension dawned on his face. He grimaced at thought of the paparazzi if they found out we were going to be parents of 2. "And that is not all, Rosalie is pregnant as well."

All the blood rushed to his face. I was worried about his health at the moment. I smacked in the face like the doctor did to me. That didn't snap him out of it. I kissed him the lips and that surely got a reaction out of him. He put his arm around my waist and I put mine on his neck. Finally we pulled back for air.

"You okay?" I asked, breathless. He nodded. We walked up and down the store. We purchased a whole new wardrobe for Chloe who had fallen asleep in the stroller. We walked outside and the paparazzi had decreased.

"Why don't I take Chloe home while you go to lunch with your mom?" he suggested. I nodded and gave him a peck on the lips and headed to the restaurant my mother and I had agree on. I walked in and the hostess informed me that Renee had already arrived. I walked up to the table.

My mom looked absolutely terrible. Her face that used to be alive was now dead. My heart broke just looking at her. I sat down and she looked up at me. The bags under her eyes even more prominent.

"Mom, what happened?" I whispered in a soothing voice.

"He cheated on me," She told me, her voice filled with pain and hurt. She whipped out a picture of Phil and another woman. They were both kissing. I was filled with fury and hate for Phil.

"C'mon mom, we are going to my apartment and you will stay in the guestroom," I told her while grabbing her hand and leading her out the restaurant. We took a cab and go to the apartment quickly. Edward was laying flat on the couch with Chloe on his chest sleeping. It was the perfect picture moment.

When he heard the door open, his head whipped toward our direction. He took in my mom's distraught state and said nothing. My mom was looking at Chloe and Edward with a smile on her face. Edward got up to bring Chloe to her crib. I led my mom to the couch. She started sobbing quietly and I just whispered soothing words to her.

Her sobs came to a stop. You could tell she was exhausted. We all were.

"Lets get you to the guestroom." I had already informed Edward of the plans. He of course seemed ecstatic at the idea of us sleeping in the same bed.

"Oh no, I can't do that to Edward. I will sleep on the couch," she quickly told me. I would never allow my mother to sleep on the couch.

"No mom it's okay. We're just sleeping in my bed. What more can we do? I am already pregnant." I quickly stopped. Damn, my mom didn't know I was pregnant.

"W-what?" Her face was thoroughly confused. "I'm pregnant mom." I closed my eyes and waited for her wrath of fury. This reminded me the first time I told my mom was pregnant. Wait. Where was Edward?

"That's great honey," my mother said. I opened my eyes to see my mom looking back at me with sincere eyes. The question must have been written all over my face.

"I know what I am talking about honey. Besides this baby and Chloe will let me get my mind occupied." It sort-of hurt that she was using my children as a distraction, but if it helped my mom go through her problems so be it. I just nodded and led her to the guestroom. Edward moved all his clothes to a section in my walk in closet. I closed the door and let my mom settle in.

Edward and I walked to what was now our bedroom. I changed into pajamas which consisted of a tank top and shorts. My small rounded stomach could be seen through the tank top. I walked out to see Edward in what was now his side of the bed. I crawled in and almost immediately I felt an arm wrapped around my waist.

I liked this. The pace in our relationship was no to fast and no to slow. It was just right.