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The next morning, I woke up to loud squealing and the sound of feet running on the hardwood. It wasn't something new. That usually happened when Abby was in a mood and wouldn't eat at the table or she wouldn't want something in general.

"Abigail, get here!"

Oh, yes. Because stern Edward was going to make her listen. I knew he would be sporting a huge smile with his hands on his hips. He couldn't even scold her.

I rolled out of the bed, but before I could go and see what they were doing, my stomach turned. Oh, joy! I had missed the first trimester.

Fuck. I groaned just as I made it to the bathroom. Why must this happen? Couldn't someone be pregnant without all this fuss?

"If I wake mommy, do you promise to eat?" I heard Edward say from the other side of the door.

"No Mommy! Where's Mommy?" Abby asked confused.

"Stay here. I mean it, Abby. Stay." Like she was a dog. Not even Cody listened to us.

By the time Edward came to the bathroom; I had flushed the toilet and was rinsing my mouth.

"Morning, love. How are you feeling?" he greeted, leaning against the doorway.

"Peachy," I muttered, catching his eye in the mirror.

Edward pushed off the doorjamb and came to wrap his arms around my waist. "I love you," he whispered against my neck.

"This happened because of you, mister!" I said sternly, pushing him away.

"Oh, and it will happen again. Trust me. Two aren't enough."

I turned to look at him with wide eyes. "If you want more then you're going to carry the baby for nine months!"

He burst in laughter then looked at his stomach. I gulped as my eyes followed his and settled on the beautiful six pack.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I have the necessary organs… besides, what would happen with my form?" He sounded like an over-dramatic woman. Then he flashed me his crooked grin and kissed my temple.

"Go, stay with Abby while I brush my teeth."

"Oh, how do you make her eat when she's hyper? I ran after her through the whole cottage! And just when I thought I caught up, she zooms the other way," he moaned.

"You want to tell me that you can't keep up with her? If you can't, with all your training, then what about me?" I asked smirking.

He shrugged, muttering something about superpowers before shuffling out of the bathroom.

Ten minutes later I was showered and wrapped in a terrycloth robe. They weren't in the bedroom, and that meant he had convinced her to eat. I truly hoped that. I really didn't feel like doing anything.

When I stepped into the kitchen, I could tell something had happened. Abby was looking in her plate, fighting a smile while Edward stood leaning against the counter with his mug of coffee in hand.

"Hey, angel." I kissed Abby's head and she looked up, grinning.

"Morning, Mommy! Where were you?"

"Bathroom. Now, I'm here. Are you being a good girl?"

"Yep." She nodded.

"That means you're eating your breakfast, right?" I asked.

"Yep."

Edward snorted masking it with a cough. "You might rethink that one, Abbs."

"You are gross," she mumbled.

I was definitely missing on something. "What?" I gasped. "Abby!"

"Daddy's itchy!" She pointed to Edward who rolled his eyes and drank from his coffee, probably enjoying the show. "He stracked me."

"He what?" I couldn't understand her weird word.

"I scratched her when I kissed her," Edward explained, rubbing at his jaw as if to show me his four days worth beard. That was his fault again. He forgot his stuff and refused to buy new things. A couple weeks without shaving hadn't killed anyone, he said. I didn't insist on buying need supplies since I liked that look.

After winking at Edward, I turned to Abby. "You don't like the beard?" I gasped in mock-shock.

"No." She folded her arms over her chest.

"Why not? Besides it being itchy?" I asked amused.

"No superhero has beard," she told me as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Edward choked on his coffee while my jaw unhinged. The way her mind worked sometimes… I tried to think of one superhero with beard, just to prove her wrong, but I couldn't think of any.

"Wolverine from X-men has," Edward said thoughtfully.

"Who?" Abby wondered, frowning.

"Doesn't matter," I said, glaring at Edward. Did he really have to tell her about X-men? Too much violence. "You're right, there's no superhero with a beard, but that makes daddy special, huh?"

"Don't like it!" She shook her little head. That's when I saw her hair.

"Edward! Is that supposed to be a pony-tail?" I asked shocked. It would take forever to untangle the mess.

"I tried to plait it." He shrugged.

"Oh, God! Look what you've done!" I moaned, taking the rubber band from her hair. It looked more like a big knot. "Does it hurt?" I asked Abby as I tried to untangle it.

"Nope."

While she focused on her food, I tried to untangle the hair without ripping any of it. Poor kid.

"Where's the comb?" I looked at Edward, who was cringing as he watched what he had done. He handed me the comb and slowly, I started combing but it got stuck a lot.

"Now it hurts," Abby announced to me.

"Don't you ever let Edward touch your hair! You hear me, baby?"

"Kay, Mommy."

After half an hour of slowly unknotting the hair and a few tears from Abby, it looked normal. I decided to leave it like that until in the afternoon when we'd buy shampoo.

We spent the day on the beach. After she stayed in the water as much as she liked, Abby decided to build forms in the sand leaving us be for a little while.

Edward was in the water while I stayed on my stomach looking over a magazine and also watching Abby playing.

"Moommy!" she whined, getting my attention.

"Yeah, baby? What happened to the castle?" It didn't take a genius to know who had stepped on the sand castle. "Cody!"

He lowered himself on the other side of the towel with his ears plastered on his head.

I crawled to Abby and stroked her head. "Let's make another one."

"Me! Alone!" she demanded.

"Okay, okay. Cody, stay there," I threatened him before returning to my previous position.

I was reading about a new screening of Wuthering Heights when my sun disappeared being replaced by Edward's shadow. And to make it even worse, he was dripping on top of me.

"Hey!" I protested squinting up at him.

"Do my back!" He threw the sunscreen cream beside me, smiling.

"Why, of course, your majesty. And you have to be dry," I added, rolling my eyes.

He sighed and sat next to me, running a hand through his wet locks. "Watcha reading?"

I pointed to the article. "Remember that time at the drive-in cinema?"

"I was just thinking about it," he admitted and leaned closer, kissing my shoulder. "The Volvo's seen a lot of action, huh?"

"You can say that," I whispered, closing my eyes. He kept kissing various parts of my heated skin, but it wasn't a good idea to get worked up. "I think you're dry enough," I said loudly and sat up, grabbing the cream.

Edward chuckled and turned his back to me so I could lather it with cream while he wrapped his arms around Abby distracting her from her playing.

He sucked in a breath as the cold cream touched his heated skin. "You're kinda red, Edward."

"My skin's really white. It's normal."

"My skin is just as white, but I made sure to put cream every few hours. You'd start peeling off soon."

He huffed and I could almost see him rolling his eyes. "Just rub me," he grumbled.

I gasped, slapping his back leaving my palm imprinted there. "Watch out that big mouth of yours!"

"What did I say?" Edward asked surprised, glancing at me over his shoulder.

"You know what you said." I narrowed my eyes at him.

He looked genuinely confused, but Abby reminded him of his words. Was there anything she didn't pay attention to?

"You said to rub you. What's bad in that?"

Edward grinned and shrugged. "A backrub is always welcomed," he said softly, rolling his shoulders making his joints pop like some old person's making me laugh.

"Backrub, huh?" I joked, using my moistened hands to give him something close to a massage. "Damn, you're so wound up."

"Jesus, that feels so good." He moaned. "A little lower and to the left?"

"Now, don't push your luck, mister."

"Please? I promise to return the favor," he begged.

"Only if you make it a foot rub when I'm seven months pregnant," I shot back amused.

"Remember what you said. If you want a rub before, I won't give you any!"

"Any?" I whispered in his ear. "No rub?" I pouted, catching his earlobe in my mouth.

"Maybe…some rub," he averted. "Are you done?" He squirmed away.

"No!" I laughed, going back to putting cream on his back then on his shoulders and down his arms.

"I can take it from here," Edward mumbled taking the bottle from me and shifting away, closer to Cody.

Abby patted my ankle making me look at her. I tried to keep my smirk off my face, but it was difficult.

"Yes, honey?"

"I want a head rub. It feels nice when you rub my head."

"SHIT!" Edward shouted getting my attention. There was a lot of sunscreen cream on his knee and his legs were crossed. Maybe I had taken the teasing a notch more than he could take it at that moment.

"Daddy, you owe me a dollar!"

"I'll give you ten if you stop saying the word rub," he promised.

"Really?" Abby's eyes lit up.

"Pinky swear," Edward answered trying to smile.

She rushed to him and kissed his stubbly cheek soundly. "You're still yucky!"

"Give me some of that cream to put on Abby," I whispered going closer to them. Edward scooped the cream from his knee and applied chunks of it on different parts of Abby's body.

When I raised my eyebrow at him, he just shook his head. While I rubbed the cream in her skin, he finished covering his legs and chest before rolling around and falling face first in the towel.

Abby went back to her plastic forms and sand and I went back to my magazine. Leaning on my elbow, so I could still have a good view of Abby, I continued where I had left off. A few pages later, I was so focused on my reading that didn't hear or feel Edward close to me so I jumped a mile when something touched my head.

"You'll get sunstroke," he said softly, arranging the cap on my head.

"And you?" I asked.

"I have one too," he answered pointing to the other cap next to us on the towel. "Are you hungry? Should we go eat?"

"We should get off the beach. You're right about the sun. It's too strong." I nodded. "And now that you mentioned it, I'm quite hungry."

"That's because you didn't want to snack with us earlier. The pretzels were yummy."

It took some time to pull Abby away from the sand, but Edward managed to do it. As we went to look for a place to eat, we had to indulge Abby in the Mexican restaurant. I had no idea if she'd like anything from there. She only liked the picture on the window.

After reading and re-reading the menu, we decided to take only two dishes of different things and we'd share. They even had cactus juice. Edward had to try it and I told him that if he would be sick, it was going to be his fault.

Lunch went well since what I ordered turned out to be really good. Edward's food was good in my opinion, but too spicy for any of them so I ended up eating it. For dessert, we visited Joe.

"You really should have tried the juice, party pooper," Edward told me amused as we walked back to the cottage.

"No, thanks. I'm sick of cactuses! I was surrounded by them until I went to live with Charlie."

He laughed, draping his arm over my shoulders. "And here I thought Chinese was spicy…" he murmured.

"Wait until you try Indian," I joked.

"Urgh! I already did," he admitted. "A while back."

Oh, right. Then. "She never cooked?" I asked slowly, not really wanting to upset him with bad memories.

"Not really. I don't remember. It's still a shock that she makes such good stuff! I know I liked the soup she was making." He shrugged. "Probably the only thing she cooked after…the fallout."

I grabbed the hand that was dangling off my shoulder and quickly kissed it. That got me a small smile from him.

"Are we buying shampoo?" Abby asked loudly. I had forgotten about it.

"Of course. We need to wash your hair. It's been four days!"

Edward escaped the bathing process when his phone rang, but I could have bet good money that he made it ring. While we were at the store, he kept playing with it, and when it rang, he didn't even look surprised.

Abby was really good during her bath and I appreciated it. I wasn't really up to her tantrums.

"We're leaving tomorrow and luckily, we'd make it to Seattle by Sunday," Edward said from the doorway.

"We'll be there in a few hours," I sad confused.

"We're driving, Bella."

"What? No! I can fly." At his insistences, I had bought a pregnancy test and it confirmed my suspicious. But that didn't mean I couldn't fly.

"I want to make this a road trip," he said sternly. "It will be fun!"

"I can't wait to remind you of that when Abby gets bored. She's just three, Edward!"

After Abby's bath, we went through the snack stack and settled on the couch at TV. I left to take a shower for myself.

Just as I returned, Abby rushed to me and hugged my leg. "Mommy! Daddy wanted to comb my hair!" she exclaimed. "You said not to let him."

I smirked at Edward and picked her up, carrying her to the couch. "That's right. He's not allowed anymore."

"And you should stop lifting her up," he warned me under his breath.

I rolled my eyes at him and started combing Abby's hair. She was absorbed by what was playing on TV. Happy Feet. I wondered how long it would take until she wanted a penguin pet. After every cartoon with animals, she wanted some animal. We usually pacified her by buying a stuffed one.

Wait! We had already bought a penguin, the other day. I sighed in relief. I had to be prepared for when the question came so I leaned into Edward to tell him to bring the stuffed penguin.

His head was lolling on the back of the couch and his mouth was slightly open. The movie was so interesting that he had fallen asleep.

"Psst!" I poked him with the comb making him jerk awake and wipe a hand over his mouth.

"Huh?" He looked disorientated.

"Can you bring the penguin from her room?" I whispered in his ear so Abby wouldn't hear.

"Now?" he moaned, his head falling back.

"Yes. The movie is almost over."

"How do you know? It feels like it just started," he grumbled.

"You didn't watch Happy Feet? Ever?" I asked shocked. He shook his head, scowling. That made me gasp in shock and push against his shoulder until he got up.

The movie ended just as Edward returned with the penguin. He fell on the couch, returning to his previous position but hugged the stuffed toy to his chest.

"This one was good," Abby told me.

"Yes, but have you seen bad penguins?" I asked amused.

"In Madagascar," Edward mumbled. "They were evil."

"Yes, Mommy! They wanted to take over the world!" Abby said seriously. She turned to get her penguin from Edward but he hugged it tighter, pretending to be asleep. Like he hadn't just talked! "Daaaadddddyyy!"

"What was that? Did you hear anything, Bella?" he asked, opening an eye.

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Daaadddyy!" Abby started shaking him. "Gimme peguin!"

"What's a peguin?"

"This!" she said loudly. "Mommy!" She turned to me. "I want peguin! Daddy's cogging it!"

I snorted in laughter. "I think you mean hogging."

"Yes." She nodded seriously. "Peguiiin!"

"God, Edward, give her the penguin. I'm not ready for this," I pleaded him.

Reluctantly, he offered her the toy. She clutched to the big toy as best as she could. "I'll name him Mumble," she declared after a few minutes of staring at the penguin.

"I'll alert CNN," Edward said monotonously.

"Are you tired, Abby?" I asked, hoping she was.

"Nope! Can I have some chocolate?"

"Now? It's nearly bedtime, baby. I'll give you some chocolate tomorrow," I promised. "Let's get you to bed. What do you want me to read?"

Before I could take her in my arms, Edward scooped her up making her squeal and drop the penguin.

"Noo! Daddy! You hurt Mumble."

"I didn't mean, little bit. He's fine." He walked to her room and I followed after picking up the bird. It was going to be a long night.

"But phleeeaseeee!" Abby begged, her little hands clapped together. She was on her bed looking at Edward with hug, green eyes.

"What is it?" I asked confused, putting Mumble next to her.

"Daddy won't sing the Munchkin song!" she cried out.

He glanced at me grinning. "Only if you join me."

Reluctantly, I cleared my throat and sat next to her on the bed before starting to sing.

Come out, come out wherever you are
And meet the young lady who fell from a star
She fell from the sky, she fell very far
And Kansas she says is the name of the star.

Abby clapped and screeched the next part.

Kansas she says is the name of the star

Edward sang the Munchkin part while I got her under the blanket.

The house began to pitch, the kitchen took a slitch
It landed on the wicked witch in the middle of a ditch
Which was not a healthy situation for the wicked witch!
The house began to pitch, the kitchen took a slitch
It landed on the wicked witch in the middle of a ditch
Which was not a healthy situation for the wicked witch
Who began to twitch, and was reduced to just a stitch
Of what was once the wicked witch!

By the time we finished it, she was fast asleep. It had been easier than I thought. Making sure she was indeed asleep, we went back to the living room. I slumped on the couch and Edward lay down with his head on my lap.

"Damn, she's tiring!" he muttered. "How the fuck are you still sane?"

I laughed, ruffling his hair. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" I joked.

"How do you keep up? I'm serious, Bella. You know how they fast-forward the kids destroying stuff in movies? Well, that was me this morning. She was running everywhere and waiting for me to reach her then rushing the other way."

"When she's like that, I run after her for a little while then go and do other stuff. She stops eventually when she sees I'm not playing. That is unless Cody decides to play with her," I added giggling.

"Damn." He pressed his face to my stomach. "I thought a girl would be good, you know?"

"With your genes? Not likely. Brace yourself," I said amused. "If this one's a boy…" I trailed off as my hand came over my stomach.

"What's the difference?" he grumbled. "You know, boys usually take after their moms. He can turn out to be really obedient. I can't imagine you doing anything of what Abby's doing."

"Because I never did!" I exclaimed. "You, on the other hand… I'm gonna quote Ed. It's always the quiet ones."

"Ha, fucking, ha! You're so funny, Bella."

"I know." I grinned, leaning down to kiss him. "Are you tired?"

"What do you think? And that silly movie didn't help."

"Where's the kid in you?" I asked dramatically. "Fluffy, dancing penguins. Every kid's dream!"

"I changed my opinion on penguins after I watched Madagascar. And that's Bob's fault. I didn't even want to see it."

I laughed loudly but covered my mouth quickly as not to wake Abby. "That's so sweet! You went to movies together!"

"You shouldn't have said that," he said seriously flipping me around so I was lying on the couch with him on top of me. His fingers went to my sides making me shriek and burrow my face in the back of the couch.

"Stop!" I gasped, clawing at his shoulder. "Can't breathe!"

"Do you promise not to make fun of your poor husband again?"

"Yes, just stop!"

"Good." Edward cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine.

We're getting closer to the end... I don't know who's sadder: me or you? I got so attached to them... *sob*