BPOV

I held my pointer and thumb out an inch before waving my hand to the left. Edward's green eyes glared at me as he moved the crib over as per my instructions. I shrugged, resting my hands over my bulging belly.

"I love you. I do. But if I have to move this thing one more god damn time, I might start to hate you," he said, standing at his full height now and not the slouched position he was just in.

"That crib will make or break the room," I insisted. "Feng shui and all that jazz."

"No I think they call your kind of crazy nesting," he huffed, brushing past me.

I could yell at him, but what good would that do me? We had been together six years and married for a year, but the man called me, his pregnant wife, crazy. I followed him out into our room and watched him go down the new staircase he had built when we found out I was pregnant. For the past two years, we had lived in this studio apartment near Pike's Place. Before, we just had a ladder leading up to our loft bedroom, but now there was a staircase.

The first two months after we found out I was pregnant, Edward was on the fence. He thought maybe we should move to the burbs, but I told him that wasn't going to happen. I loved this place and if we had more kids then maybe I'd think about it. So then, he decided to build an addition onto our room for Emerson's nursery. That was fine and all, but I told him she was sleeping in a bassinet near our bed for the first few months of her life.

When I finally made it downstairs, Edward was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his knees. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. He glanced up and sighed, his fingers tugged at hem of the shirt of his I was wearing.

"I'm sorry I kind of called you crazy," he apologized.

Kind of? I signed.

You do realize I've moved that crib six times?

It has to feel right.

He rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked, cuddling into his side.

"Work."

Work for him meant two things. Edward's main job was working for a medical tech place where he developed software for the deaf and blind. He kept true to the conditions he made with Carlisle several years ago. He passed his GED, scoring extremely high, and went to Port Angeles Community College while I completed high school. MIT had heard about this deaf Prodigy and were adamant about meeting with him. Edward showed the MIT recruiters prototypes of programs and software that he'd developed. He couldn't give them an answer though as to if he would be attending in the fall because we were still waiting to see if I got into Boston College. To keep it short, I did end up going to Massachusetts with Edward and we lived there until the FBI contacted him our junior year of college. Edward's second job was being a freelance coder for the FBI in Seattle.

It's a great conversation starter at parties. My husband works for the FBI, what does yours do, chump? As for me, I'm trying my hand at writing. I've written essays and stuff. I wanted to finish my undergrad at U Dub before the baby was born, but I wasn't sure if I could complete it in two months.

"Work?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Spy stuff," he shrugged.

"Ooo-kay," I snorted.

We sat there as he worked, but I got bored and reached for my phone. Mom had called me twice so I hit her number.

"Hewo?" the distinct voice of little girl filled my ears.

"Gracie?"

"Bewa," my sister squealed in my ear.

I'd say booming voices of excitement were a McCarty thing. I heard Phil grumble something before he got on the phone.

"I swear she has this sixth sense about our phones," he sighed. "What's up, kiddo?"

"You tell me, Renee called me."

"That might have been Grace. Em was over earlier and she wanted you too…" he trailed off.

For my mom, she has had two great surprises in her life: me and then Grace. It was like baby fever in Forks or something. After Carlisle finally manned up and proposed to Esme, they were married three months later and three months after that found out they were having a honeymoon baby. Claire. Not even a month after that, much to the shock of everyone, and I mean everyone, Mom learned that Phil had knocked her up as well. No one knew they were dating. I didn't even know if they were, but apparently they were hooking up. Gross.

Phil and Renee didn't get married though until Grace was two. During all of this, Gram decided to move to Florida. Mom gave her our old house which she had been renting out. They were both out of their minds, but whatever.

"We were planning on coming up tomorrow," I told Phil.

"Bella, you don't need to come up here every time Grace demands it. Can you even move anymore?"

"Ha…ha, you're a funny old man. And as big sister I have to be on call for my baby sister."

"You and Emmett. I swear she has you two wrapped around her little finger."

"Speaking of my brother, what is he up to?"

"Apparently leading Forks High to State."

"Impressive."

"I'm warning you though, he won't really talk about it, but he's been seeing Rose," Phil mumbled.

"For the love," I groaned and let my head fall onto Edward's shoulder.

He shot a look at me asking what was up and I waved him off rejoining my conversation with Phil.

"She's out of rehab again?" I asked.

Rosalie, it turned out, had been cheating on Emmett with her drug dealer Royce back in high school. Emmett left for college, going to Notre Dame on a football scholarship and tried to forget about his first love who ripped his heart out. Edward still kept in touch with her because he was worried about the path she was going down. Right before we moved back to Washington, Rose was beaten by Royce within an inch of her life. Rose and Jasper's grandfather had passed away right after she was supposed to graduate. She ended up not meeting requirements for graduation after that and Jasper was too busy chasing Alice around New York, so she had no one. Emmett came as soon as he heard. He soon left Notre Dame and finished at UW, but that was it; he didn't go back to her and then she started using again.

"She's been clean for a couple months."

"Okay I'm saying this, but maybe she should be sent further away because the Port Angeles rehab facility seems to have a shotty track record," I snarked.

Edward's mom went there and look what good it did her.

"Bella," he warned.

"Whatever, it's Emmett's life. If he wants the life sucked out of him again then good for him," I puffed out.

"Daddy, I wanna talk to Bewa," my four-year old sister whined.

"Fine, we'll talk more tomorrow though," Phil said, handing the phone to Grace.

"Hewo?"

"Gracemonster?"

"Hi," she chirped. "You comin' to see me today?"

"Tomorrow."

"After I sweep and wake up?"

"Yup."

"Eward be here too?"

"He will, so you better tell Claire bear," I enthused.

"Okay, I be back, bye!"

"Bye," I hung up, knowing Phil was probably chasing after her as she ran next door.

Edward's lips started nibbling my neck and I began to giggle. His hands came up to rest where our daughter rested. We were growing older and things were changing. I was laying here with the boy that broke my nose my first day at a new school. All the craziness I had experienced when I moved to Forks led me to this point in my life. Wherever Charlie was, he was probably laughing and shaking his head. I could see the amused look on his face now.

"I love you," Edward said, kissing my nose. "I love both of you."

"And we love you," I smiled, kissing his lips. "We're going home tomorrow," I informed.

"I gathered that," he smirked. "Is she kicking a lot, today?"

"Mhhm," I nodded.

Edward slid down until he was level with my stomach. He rolled up my shirt and I had to help him because I was sitting on it. His lips found my stomach and his scruffy cheek laid on my bulging belly. I knew this has been hard on him. The whole parenting thing was freaking him out and he also wanted to be able to hear his daughter.

Over the years, we had looked into different procedures to restore Edward's hearing, but having been told the same thing every time. The severity of the damage Eddie had done was inoperable. Not only was Edward lucky he didn't have any brain damage, but he was also fortunate to be alive.

Every now and then, we would lie like this and Emerson would kick away against my stomach and his cheek. He loved to feel her moving around; I could see it in his eyes. I knew deep within my heart that he was going to be the best dad. She would want for nothing. Em started kicking and I could feel the smile grow on Edward's face. He brought his finger up and started to tap her back. It was crazy to think, but I felt like she was playing this game with him.

Later that night, after I tiredly climbed the stairs to our room, Edward sat on the end of the bed rubbing my feet.

"Maybe we should have added the addition on downstairs," he mused.

I frowned because that wouldn't have been cool at all. The whole point of keeping the studio was the loft and the space. I loved the spaciousness of this place. It was one of the reasons I refused to move to the suburbs. The kitchen, the living room, and office area were just one big space. The floor was this concrete glossiness that was epic to walk on in my bare feet. We had a huge white, shaggy soft rug that covered the living room space, not to mention our walls were this beautiful exposed brick. Edward of course let me paint them white. This was our style, not at all what we grew up with. We liked living like this, but he would get this worried notion that a baby wouldn't fit in here.

"It's fine," I said, pulling him to me by his shoulders.

"You're not going to like going up and down the stairs with Emerson," he said matter-of-factly.

"Stop it," I whined, but noticed his brow furrowing like he didn't understand. "I will love toting her up and down the steps. Now stop," I said and brought my lips to his.

This conversation was over.

The next morning as we pulled into Mom and Phil's driveway, Grace and Claire were already out in the yard playing. After Gram moved down to Florida, Renee and Esme got this crazy idea that they had to be neighbors and the girls would grow up being best friends, which is what pretty much happened.

Today, we had Edward's car and yes he did get his license. Though it is a special needs license, his car was equipped with every thing he needs. He had panoramic mirrors where mine didn't and he also had sound sensors for if sirens or other noises went off around the car. I tried to get out, but Edward grumbled at me, rushing to help me.

I heard Gracie and Claire squealing followed by two little blonde heads in front of us, Edward got me out and scooped both of them up, blowing raspberries on their cheeks.

"Bewa, your bewy is huge, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," my sister's brown eyes widened.

"Gracie that's not nice," Claire scolded as here bright blue eyes glared. "Bella you are as pretty as Belle!"

"Why thank you, Claire bear," I gained balance holding on to Edward's forearms, leaning up to kiss both girls on the nose.

Carlisle was in the yard working and nodded at us, but I heard the slam of the screen door before any more greetings could be made.

"Oh my baby, just look at you," Mom cried, wrapping me in her arms.

"Your child just informed me that I am huge, so I know…" I deadpanned.

"Grace Madison," Mom warned.

Gracie just shrugged, laying her head on Edward's shoulder. Claire tugged on the collar of his shirt getting his attention.

"Watch," she said.

Hi. She signed. I love you so much.

Edward grinned, kissing her head. Though Claire was his cousin, he thought of her as his little sister. He played the fiercely protective big brother well. It was the same with Grace, who was currently wrinkling her nose up at Claire. I knew Carlisle and Esme had been teaching them ASL, but Grace seemed to be having some trouble with it and she wanted to do it in her own way.

Grace grabbed Edward's face to get his attention and I rolled my eyes. She was definitely more like Emmett than me. She pointed to her eye then the center of her chest and then to Edward. He laughed, kissing her cheek.

"I love you too, Grace," he chuckled.

Grace, ever the lady, stuck her tongue out at Claire, causing Mom to groan.

"I swear, you never gave me this much trouble, B," she said.

It was true. I was a very laid back child. I was also raised an only child. Gracie was the baby with two adult siblings. Mom still fussed over me just as much as she did Grace. I'm pretty sure Gracie acted out because of it.

"Mommy, I don't want to go in," she argued.

"You need a bit of a time out, baby. A little breather," Mom insisted as I followed.

"I don't need a breaver," she protested.

Mom being mom didn't give Grace what she wanted, which was a battle. She did sit Grace on the couch in the living room telling her to sit until she came and got her. She took my hand leading me back into the kitchen where she was making breakfast.

"I can't tell you how excited I am," Mom said as I leaned against the counter.

"We're pretty excited too," I giggled. "We have her whole name picked out."

"Well spit it out," she said, leaving the food again to face me.

"Emerson Charlie Masen," I said, biting my lip.

Mom's eyes filled with tears as she pulled me to her and she kept kissing my cheek. "I absolutely love it," she whispered.

Feeling a little teary myself, I held onto her. We had come a long way since Dad died, but we would be lying if we said we didn't miss him everyday. We loved Phil, Emmett and Grace, but we loved Charlie just as much.

"I hope you know how proud Daddy would be of you, Bells. You were his whole world and I know for a fact that he would be so happy for you. He would also love Edward. Edward treats you like a Queen and that's what you deserve," she sniffled, pulling back to wipe my tears.

"He is pretty great, I would say," I smiled.

Speaking of my Mr. Wonderful, I could hear his voice in the living room.

"Go visit with, Grace. I'll get you guys when breakfast is finished. Very vegetarian friendly."

"Emerson is a meat eater so I think I'll eat what everyone else is," I sighed.

"I never thought I would see the day," Mom teased as I walked into the living room.

I honestly tried not to giggle at the scene in front of me. Grace was scowling and Edward kneeled in front of her. He was poking her and she was absolutely hating him.

"Talk to me, Gracie," he said with another poke.

She shook her head furiously her blonde hair almost slapping him in the face.

"Why not?" he tried again, gently holding her head as he pecked her cheek.

Her squeals and giggles finally erupted and I knew without a doubt Edward was the right man for the job of daddy. Grace threw herself at him as he caught her and sat on the couch with her.

"Are you going to talk to me now?"

"Claire thinks she's so smart," Grace huffed.

I could tell by the look of intense concentration on his face that he only got some of it. I stood out of sight from Grace but Edward saw me.

She's upset Claire showed her up.

"You're just as smart," he assured.

"But she knows your special talk," she frowned.

She's hurt because Claire can sign more than her.

Edward brushed her hair out of her face. I could see that he didn't like to see her upset. He had spent most of his life where no one could understand him, but now he had a support system that did understand so they could communicate with him.

"I knew you said I love you to me," he told her. "That was special how you told me."

"Emmy showed me how he said you would like it," she smiled slightly.

Emmett taught her it.

He laughed, kissing her head. After all of these years, Emmett still didn't fully get ASL, but he was good at improvising.

"Whoa sis, you're as huge as a house," Emmett boomed from behind me, giving me up.

"Emmy that isn't nice," Grace scolded seriously.

I rolled my eyes. She couldn't be more like me? Edward handed Gracie to Emmett and hugged me close.

"You're beautiful," he said, earning a kiss from me.

"Such an ass… opps, butt kisser," Emmett corrected himself, covering Grace's ear with his massive hand.

"He's not kissing her bum," Grace told him; giving him her famous 'you're so weird' look.

"Figure of speech, kid," he chuckled and ruffled her hair. "I'm excited for you guys. I can't wait to meet my niece."

"Emerson," I informed him.

"Cool name," he nodded. "You do look beautiful, Smalls."

"Thanks," I blushed, resting my hand on Edward's arm where it rested on top of my belly.

I knew I must have given him a look. He was a great guy and for him to let Rosalie Hale run him through the ringer again, he was an idiot. The frown he shot me only proved he knew that I knew. Edward saw the exchange and kissed my head saying, "Not now."

It had been a while since I saw her, but Edward would hang out with her every now and then or grab a bite to eat while she was in Seattle. He said he understood where she was coming from and if he didn't have me he probably would have gone down that path.

I guess she wasn't as hippy as she used to be either. Everyone around me had changed, grown up I guess, except for me. My style remained the same, that was until I couldn't fit into my clothes anymore. Now I wore Edward's old clothes, whereas he now wears button-downs and slacks to work, sometimes even suits. When we went out he wore dark jeans with button-downs or cargo shorts and boat shoes like he had on now. I basically married Mr. GQ, much to my amazement.

Alice moved to New York to study fashion merchandising and was interning for Ralph Lauren. A long shot from her goth days. She was always grumbling about how she wanted to burn all the yearbooks handed out when we graduated high school. She didn't want any record of herself without a sense of style floating around. Ugh, now I'm kind of curious about this new and improved Rosalie. I still wasn't a fan because she had been a horrible human being who treated Emmett's heart like monkey meat.

"Bella?" mom called.

"Yeah?"

"Can you ask one of the boys to run to Mrs. Cope's house? Phil's working on her sun porch and forgot his lunch," she said.

"She acts like you can't hear her," I grumbled to Emmett. "I'll go or we'll go," I offered, linking Edward's hand in mine.

"Baby, I don't want you doing too much."

"I'm not an invalid," I snapped insulted.

Edward gave me a kiss, rubbing the back of my neck. He had a Bella sense, I swear. He knew my reactions to things and how to calm me down.

"The flannel queen has spoken," Em mocked, bouncing Grace on his side.

I leaned over, covering Gracie's eyes and flipped him off. I hated swearing, but that gesture was warranted. Mom sighed, handing me Phil's lunch while telling me breakfast would be waiting when we got back.

As we drove, I watched the streets of Forks pass us by. Edward parked the car behind Phil's truck and I got out before he could help me, waddling up to Mrs. Cope's front door. Edward leaned against the car, playing with his phone.

"Bella Swan, is that you?"

"Masen, now," I smiled.

"That's right, your Mom told me a couple of months ago," she said, squeezing my hand. I watched her look across her lawn at Edward. "I heard how well he's doing. I'm so proud of him."

"He's doing real well," I nodded.

"When's your little one due?"

"The beginning of June, though hopefully not before graduation."

"That's right, you're graduating from the University of Washington. Lord, you kids are all growing up, starting families," she mused, patting my belly.

I smiled as nicely as I could at her and her reminiscing. "Is Phil around? I brought him his lunch."

"Such a sweet girl, he's around back." Again with the belly pat, but she was old so I let her get away with it.

"Thank you."

I went around back, leaving Edward by the car. Phil and one of the guys on his crew, Riley, were hammering the frame of Mrs. Cope's new sun porch.

"Phil," I hollered over the hammering.

"Bella, hey kid," he grinned, jogging over to me.

"Your lunch, sir," I waved the brown bag in front of him.

"You didn't have to run this out. I can't believe your Mom made you drop it off," he sighed.

"I'll give you the lecture I gave her. I'm not breakable. I can walk from point A to point B," I huffed with my hands on my hips.

"I believe that," he laughed, wrapping his arm around me. "Where's your husband?"

"On his phone. He's been busy with work."

"That's going good, right?"

"Yeah and I'm done with school soon, so we'll just have the baby left on our check list."

"I think your mom is planning on her and Grace staying with you guys for a week once she gets here," he informed me.

"She needs to know we'll be fine."

"Humor me, it's just a week," he shrugged.

I knew that she would probably end up staying. Edward was insistent that he be a very hands-on dad. He didn't want me doing all the work just because of his limitations. If the baby woke during the night, he said I had to wake him too.

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I'm asking."

After a hug and a promise to see each other later, I waddled out to the front yard with my fingers tapping on my belly. I noticed Edward was now in front a very blonde woman. From the back, she looked like a blonde Kim Kardashian. How her hair was that long, flowey, and voluminous, I wanted to know.

As I moved closer, I saw how elegant her blue gingham sundress clung to her voluptuous form, her wedge heels making her even taller. I frowned down at my Converse. Edward smiled and signed something to her, to which she responded. I looked like crap in my gray leggings and his black v-neck shirt.

Emerson started doing somersaults and I tapped at her like Edward does. My husband's eyes finally spotted me and he waved me over. The blonde's head whipped around and I was met with the face of Rosalie Hale. Her blue eyes bored into me as I walked closer.

"Bella," she greeted shortly.

"Rosalie," I snipped back.

I stood next to Edward and let my fingers play with the pocket of his cargo's. I curled my fingers in the inside of the material. Edward's hand cupped my neck; I felt the coolness of his wedding ring against my skin.

This brought me to the realization that we weren't in high school. Edward was my husband. We were adults that lived a typical married life. Rosalie wasn't a threat, but that didn't mean I had to like her. The way she was treating Emmett was unacceptable and gave me enough reason to be distant with her.

"Did you give Phil his lunch?" he grinned down at me, squeezing the back of my neck a little.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Rose saw me waiting out here and decided to stop and say hi," he explained.

"Um, congratulations, by the way," she said awkwardly and gesturing to my stomach.

"Thanks."

"I think I'm going to go. I'll talk to you soon Edward," Rose sighed and squeezed his arm for a quick second before hurrying back down the street to her house.

I don't like her. I signed.

No one said you have to.

The problem was I had a feeling Rose was here to stay as a permanent fixture in our lives, one I wasn't entirely comfortable with.

A/N: And that's the time jump and beginning of part deux… I want to know your thoughts, please. I have reasons for picking them up here and where I want to go with them. Dolphin62598 and rainydays23 beta'd this chapter!