A/N: I'm happy to see I still have most of you with me. Some were asking questions and here are the answers. My cousin married because she felt she had no other choices. She miscarried time after time and eventually was told that if she got pregnant again, she would die because her body could not handle the stress. They tried surrogacy which was hell in its own. They ended up adopting. I became an incubator of eggs. I went through the lawyers and treatments and ended up creating 17 eggs. They were removed because I didn't want to go any further than that. They were impregnated by some dude and implanted in some lady who desperately wanted a baby. She ended up having twins, a boy and a girl. So, there are two little kids who are now about 5 or 6 who look like me but call some lady mommy. I try not to think about that. Bella's experience with pregnancy are mine, the nausea, puking, everything. Too bad Ed isn't real cause then I'm sure I wouldn't have said no to him either. LOL. Would any of you?

* remembers the pains of carrying 17 eggs... shudders...*

Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.

Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.

Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 26

BPOV

2 months gestation...

I'm two months into purgatory.

Self-induced purgatory.

Morning sickness has increased to an all-time high.

I'm told it will pass, that it will be a thing of the past.

I told them to fuck off, that they should swallow shit and see how that works out for them.

I have lost weight due to recent events.

Being at a healthy one-hundred and twenty pounds only to drop down to one-oh-nine has been a shock to my system

I haven't weighed that little since high school.

I don't like it.

It makes me feel like I'm trapped inside a little girl's body with a small little devil inside.

I feel unattractive, especially when I'm having intimate moments with Riley.

Those have become few and far in between.

I notice the way he avoids touching me now.

He couldn't keep his hands off me and now...

Now it's a miracle if he ever spends the night over.

I'm too skinny, I know I am.

But I'm also a bitch ridden with hormones.

I can't help it!

Stuff just comes out of my mouth at weird times.

I feel defensive and don't realize what I've said until it's too late.

But really, is it too hard to shut up?

I don't want my feet rubbed, I don't want to be cooked for.

I just want things to be normal.

I want to be treated normal.

By Riley and Tanya...

But especially by Ed.

I'm not a china doll.

Since when do I like Ed to open the door for me?

That is girly stuff.

I don't do girly stuff.

With the little alien inside of me, that's as girly as I'm going to get.

A/N: Reviews are the same as ripe pieces of watermelon... Oh you just better leave me some luv.