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As October rolled by, I couldn't wait until my appointment. I wanted to know what was going on. I had studied the pregnancy book and really wanted to see the baby again. With Edward by my side this time.

In the first week of October we got the car back from the service and since Edward wasn't allowed to drive until later in the month, I was the chauffeur.

Bundling up, we went to the car. Edward pulled his cap over his eyes, raising the collar of his jacket, looking around before dashing to the car. It was always crazy at the beginning of the season, actually, it was pre-season. His first game had been on Wednesday then he had another one yesterday and his next one was tomorrow. The team had won so the reporters were everywhere around the city.

As I parked in the hospital's lot, Edward tugged the cap better before stepping out. I hated to do this to him. I knew he didn't really like bumping into those stupid reporters but I wanted him with me at the ultrasounds.

He grabbed my hand and led me inside the hospital. We had to wait in front of the door for a while since we were early. Slouching in his seat, he brought me to his side.

"I really hate this," he mumbled.

"Well, it is your dream," I reminded him.

"I never thought of the consequences. I just wanted to play basketball."

I turned to see him better and cocked my head to reach better under the peak of the cap to kiss him.

"Ouch," he hissed, grabbing his shoulder. I shifted away, biting my lip.

"You said you were okay."

"I am, just don't put pressure on it." He yawned, closing his eyes. Last night he had taken quite the fall during the game. I had wished I was there with him, to make him feel better.

"You shouldn't have come," I said sighing. "You had to take the first plane back and didn't sleep much. I feel so bad."

"Stop worrying," he mumbled sleepily.

The door opened and a seven or eight month pregnant woman wobbled out. Marcus poked his head out and saw me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Cullen. Come on in." He jerked his head behind him before turning on his heels.

"Come on," I told Edward. He didn't answer. "Hey!" I poked his leg making him jump.

"What?"

"It's our turn," I explained amused. "You fell asleep."

"Oh, sorry. It's really tiring to play every two days." He stood taking my hand then walked inside.

I closed the door behind us. "Hello," I greeted Marcus.

"Oh, I see you brought the daddy."

Edward grinned, taking his cap off. "Yeah, I found some spare time. I had to, right?"

"Of course, you had to," Marcus told him smiling. "How have you been, Bella?"

"Thank you for allowing me a sip of coffee every day. Even though it's like killing me slowly, it feels amazing," I said quickly.

"I told you, you can live your life just like before, but more cautious. You can drink coffee, just not tons of it. And because the holiday season is approaching, you can take a sip of wine or champagne."

"Really?" I asked surprised and happy.

"Of course, Bella. Don't overdo it."

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Edward asked concerned.

"Trust me," Marcus told him. "Let's see how the baby looks."

I let go of Edward's hand and went to the bed, bundling up my shirt and sweater then unbuttoning and lowering my jeans a little. Marcus laughed.

"I see you learned."

"Of course. It's exciting," I said, sucking in a breath as he touched the cold gel to my warm skin.

This time I knew what to look for. The black spot was bigger and pulsing. It was beautiful.

Edward shuffled to my side, frowning at the monitor. "Where is it?"

I pointed there before Marcus could react. "Here, Edward. Isn't it beautiful?"

He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "What's beautiful? I can't see anything."

Marcus laughed loudly then started explaining to Edward what he should look for. Once he was looking at what he should have, he still didn't look convinced.

"I guess, you have to wait until next time when it's bigger and you can see clearly," Marcus told him softly. "But you can see plenty since she's in the eleventh week."

"Like what?" Edward asked, eyeing Marcus confused, walking to his side. He was so adorable when he didn't understand something. "What does it have?"

"Everything a normal person would have. By now the baby has organs, legs, arms, toes, neck, genitals, face features," Marcus explained.

"No!" I shouted. "Don't tell us the sex."

"What?" Edward exclaimed, turning to me surprised. "Why the hell not?"

"I want it to be a surprise," I told him softly. "Please, Marcus."

"Okay, I can do that. They're not even developed well to tell."

"How big is the, uh, baby?" Edward asked, stepping closer to the monitor.

"About three inches," Marcus answered him, pointing to various parts of the body as he moved the stick over my stomach.

"Are you joking? That's like…" Edward looked at his fingers. "Like my little finger?"

"Exactly," Marcus confirmed. "It may sound small, but it's perfect for how far along she is."

Edward looked at me then at his little finger before a huge smile spread on his face. His eyes returned to the monitor and to my surprise when they met mine again, they were full of tears. Marcus went to his desk, leaving us alone.

"So small," Edward whispered, helping me wipe off the gel.

"It will get bigger soon," I told him, butting up my jeans. "Twenty inches by the end. I think," I said thoughtfully.

"You haven't done your lesson then," Edward teased me, helping me off the bed.

While Marcus was asking me a few things, Edward's phone started ringing and with a groan, he went to the other side of the room to answer. I was surprised that Marcus hadn't recognized him, but didn't say anything.

"That means I have one more month with this morning sickness that is more like after every meal sickness?" I asked Marcus after he told me that once in the second trimester, I should feel better.

Before he could answer, Edward started shouting in the phone.

"No, don't tell me to calm down, Charlotte!" he yelled. "Oh, the crime! I called you on your given name! Why didn't you tell me this after the game? I'm not meeting with anyone now!" he snapped. "No, Charlotte," he hissed. "It's my fucking free day. Coach told you to leave us alone before a game. I'm not meeting with any press. Deal with it." He snapped the phone closed with a loud click.

We were watching his outburst surprised, and confused in my case. When Edward realized we had heard him, he cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry about that."

Marcus looked a little dazed, but focused on my previous question.

"You'll feel better, but I can't guarantee you won't feel sick. That depends on every person."

"I see. Thank you." I grinned, feeling better anyway.

"Then, we'll meet again in a month. After Thanksgiving?"

I looked at Edward and he shrugged. "When?" He asked, opening his phone and scrolling down to his schedule.

"Twenty six, in the afternoon," Marcus told him.

"You can come, but I have a game that day," Edward told me. "I'm free on twenty three and twenty four," he said looking at Marcus.

"Can't you take a few hours from work?"

Edward gave Marcus a confused look before chuckling. "I'm afraid I can't. I'm playing in all the games this year. Or so I hope."

When Marcus still looked lost, I stepped closer to Edward and put my hand on his chest, clearing my throat. "He's playing for Chicago Bulls. You know?" I asked, feeling really proud.

Marcus opened his mouth and the pen fell from his hand. "Edward Cullen! Of course!" he slapped his forehead. "I thought you looked familiar."

"Uh, yeah. That's me," Edward whispered. "Can we work with the next appointment? I really want to be here."

"Of course." After consulting his agenda, Marcus looked up. "Twenty fourth, you said? I can squeeze you around five in the afternoon. Or leave it for the next week…on thirty."

"I can't on thirty," Edward mumbled.

"Uh, hello! I am right here and I have my own meetings scheduled," I told them sternly. "I can't on the week before Thanksgiving. After, it's perfect."

"I can't after, Bella."

"You said you have a game on thirty. That means Monday and Tuesday are free."

"Only Monday. Tuesday I'm leaving cause it's a game away."

"Monday, November twenty-eighth?" Marcus asked. "Around noon?"

"Okay," I agreed. "Twelve?"

He nodded and programmed the appointment. I added it to my calendar too and we were ready to go.

"Good luck!" Marcus told Edward as he walked us to the door.

"Thanks, man."

"Bye, Bella."

I said my goodbye and after Edward put the cap back over his eyes, we left.

"Did you like him?" I asked, knowing how against a male doctor he had been.

"I'm still not happy he's a guy, but he is alright." Edward shrugged. "Do we have plans for Thanksgiving or something?"

"We don't, but my schedule is full for the week before." I unlocked the car, stepping behind the wheel.

"Oh, and why don't you want to know the sex?" he asked, getting inside too.

"Because I want it to be a surprise. What did Charlotte want?"

He groaned, fastening his seat belt. "To meet with some magazine and give them an interview. She doesn't understand that we need to be focused on the games now! It's annoying."

When we got home, I grabbed a banana and went to find a movie. If I ate more, I'd likely kneel in front of the toilet.

Five minutes after the movie started, Edward came in the living room with his horrid smelling stew and plopped next to me. Only the smell made my stomach turn. I'd never been a fan of stew and it seemed that the dislike accentuated once I got pregnant.

"How much do you hate me?" I moaned, turning my head away from his food.

"I'm really hungry," he answered, shoving forkful after forkful in his mouth. "What's with you and Robert de Niro, anyway? This is the tenth movie with him we're watching in the past month."

"I really like him and all his movies are great. Can you, please, go and eat in the kitchen?"

"I want to watch the movie," he said petulantly. "How bad can it smell?"

I answered him by running to the kitchen – the closest place – and throwing up in the sink.

"Oh, crap!" Edward said from behind me. "I'm really sorry."

I grunted, rinsing my mouth and the sink. "That banana was all I had all day. Thank you for emptying my stomach."

"I can make you anything as an apology. What would you eat, love?" he asked, stepping behind me and dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

"Fried liver with mashed potatoes."

"Ew!"

"You said anything," I reminded him.

"But Bella, that's plain gross! I don't like organs."

"I do. Liver is good. It has iron and I need iron right now." I grinned, realizing I was winning this.

"You want iron? Then go and bite a fork." He laughed, ruffling my hair. When he sobered up, he nodded solemnly. "I'll cook you the liver, but let's finish the movie first."

*RA*

On Halloween, there was a party that Edward was invited at and I told him to go alone because I didn't feel like doing anything; all I wanted to do was sleep after my horrible day at work.

"You said you'd come! Don't go back on your word," Edward groaned.

"But I'm tired. Who are you, anyway?" I asked, looking him up and down. He was wearing his jersey.

Edward's eyebrows shot up and he pointed to his chest where the number 23 was painted black on red. When I kept staring at him confused, he shook his head.

"Honestly, Bella! Who wore number 23?"

I bit my lip, shrugging. How was I supposed to know?

"Oh my God!" he groaned, turning around. JORDAN.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Right, Michael Jordan," I added, feeling really stupid.

"I thought everyone knew this."

"Apparently I'm not everyone. What do I wear?" I asked.

"Whatever you want. It's not customary to wear something." His eyes widened and he started snickering. "I mean, not a costume."

"Wouldn't you just love if I went naked, covered only by a trench coat?" I teased him, going to the dresser and grabbing a dress.

"Would you? I promise to be very good."

"No," I snapped playfully.

On the way to the party, I asked why he chose Jordan of all the other significant basketball players he knew. After giving me another amused look, Edward delved into a mind-blogging explanation of how Emmett was showing him tapes and records of old games, and that the only one he truly liked was Jordan then he told me that I must had seen how much like Jordan he played. I chose not to tell him that I didn't know how Jordan played.

When we arrived at the party, I was surprised at how many people were there. Of what Edward had told me, I expected the team and everyone close to the players, not so many celebrities, reporters and cameras. We entered through the back door, managing to avoid the madness from the front. Inside the club was better because there weren't many people and as I had thought, there was the team and everyone behind the team with a few friends and some other celebrities – or so I heard.

Edward wasn't the only one dressed as a former star; there were many wearing old basketball, and not only, jerseys. When I saw every woman was actually wearing a costume or some clothes that represented some important woman in history, I felt bad.

"I feel underdressed," I hissed in Edward's ear.

"If someone asks, say you're Morticia. Your dress is long enough and black, your hair is dark and your nails are black," he told me with a cheeky grin.

I snorted, looking down at my dress. It wasn't that long and I definitely didn't look like Morticia. "That's so nice of you," I said sarcastically.

Edward kept grinning as he lowered his head to whisper in my ear. "I aim to please."

"You aim to annoy me, yes," I retorted amused, sliding my arm around his elbow. "What are we doing now?"

"Mingling," he answered, shrugging.

One guy from the team came over and we were whisked away, offered drinks and snacks and invited to dance. When the bartender offered me a glass with some pink liquid inside, I took it without thinking but Edward snatched it from my hand slouching the liquid and sniffed then, after glaring at the bartender, he told him to give me a bottle of water.

"Can you be careful with this shit, Bella?" he hissed into my ear.

"I really didn't think," I mumbled.

"Well, try to think. It's not about only you anymore." That sounded harsher than he probably wanted to let it out and because my emotions had been all over the place lately, I felt tears springing into my eyes.

I told him that I'd go to the toilet then rushed in the general direction of the ladies' room. The second I was inside, I let the tears fall. What was wrong with me? We'd had our fair share of spats and his words never affected me so much.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" a tall, blonde girl asked me, coming out of a stall.

I hadn't thought someone might be in there. I just nodded, sniffing.

"You don't look fine." She approached me and put her arm around me. "Oh, you're Edward Cullen's girlfriend, right? We met on Valentine's Day," she told me surprised.

I took a huge breath, trying to calm down. "Uh, not quite… I'm his wife now," I explained, feeling a smile spreading on my lips. "I'm afraid I don't remember you."

"It's Sarah. I'm with Kyle."

"Oh, yeah." I nodded quickly, remembering her interest in my blouse.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked quietly, offering me a paper tissue.

"Not really. It was my fault, but I'm easily upset these days." I shrugged.

"Men can be a real pain in the ass. I know."

I leaned over the sink to be closer to the mirror and wipe the black mascara from under my eyes, glancing at her through the glass. "I know that, but it wasn't really Edward's fault," I told her. Then I saw what she was wearing. "What character are you? It's a little cold outside for that white, summer dress."

She giggled and twirled around. "Don't you know?"

I was rubbish at this. "Not quite," I mumbled, returning my attention to my eyes.

"I'm supposed to be Marilyn Monroe. What about you?"

"Oh, right! The white dress!" I wanted to slap myself. It should have been obvious. "Me…" I trailed off. "I didn't want to be anything and black works for any occasion…but apparently, I look like Morticia. More than before now," I added, pointing to my black eyes.

Sarah laughed and rubbed my shoulder. "That was what upset you?"

"Oh, no. It was…I didn't really think…" Was it a good idea to tell her? "I nearly drank alcohol," I whispered so softly that I barely heard myself.

She frowned, probably not hearing me, but then her eyes widened and she stepped even closer. "You're expecting? Well, that explains the mood swings. One second you were crying then you were smiling now you look upset again."

I bit my lip, turning to her, giving up wiping the black from under my eyes. "I thought Edward told everyone," I blurted out.

"He might have, but I'm a model and this is the first time I'm alone with Kyle in about a month." That explained it. And I was sure, he wasn't telling his girlfriend about this. "Let's get out of here before they call the cops."

I giggled, running my fingertips under my eyes again then left the bathroom with her.

Edward was leaning against the wall in front of the toilet's door, his hands shoved in his shorts' pockets, a worried expression on his face. Sarah nudged me gently before disappearing down the narrow hallway.

I took a step closer to Edward, feeling shy. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"Look, Bella."

"Edward, I…"

We shared a grin as we talked at the same time. I expected him to wave his hand for me to go first but he held his palm up.

"Can I go first?" he asked softly.

"Sure," I agreed. I had no idea what I wanted to tell him anyway.

"I'm…I'm really sorry for what I said. I know how careful you are, but you're just human, you know? Humans are bound to make mistakes. Hell, I do a thousand per day," Edward said seriously. "So, yes…I am so sorry for what I just told you and…for making you cry for the fifteenth time this week," he added sheepishly.

I felt a smile pulling at my lips. He was so adorable. He still had no idea how to apologize, but I appreciated that he tried and that he actually said 'sorry.'

"It wouldn't have affected me, but I guess…it's the change that makes me so…emotional."

He pushed off the wall and gathered me in his arms. I snuggled in there, clinging to his jersey and bursting in a fresh round of tears. I really hated this emotional roller coaster.

Edward rubbed my back and stroked my hair, kissing my temple and whispering soothing words in my ear. When I had calmed down minutely, I looked up at him ready to apologize for my spontaneous burst in tears when he started laughing.

"Feeling the Halloween spirit?" he teased me, grinning.

"Oh no!" I moaned, realizing my mascara was again on my face.

"Morticia is nothing compared to this. Now you resemble a zombie from Michael Jackson's clip."

"Ha…" I mumbled.

"Fucking ha," he added with the same grin in place.

I snorted, bringing his head closer to mine and kissing him hard. That's what I needed.

After I looked presentable again, we went back to the party and danced for the next few hours. No one stayed after midnight considering they had a game the next day and it was away.

I hope I'm doing it justice considering I've never been pregnant... :) Just what I read in other stories, on Wikipedia and from friends and family...

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