Bella:

As I'm walking through the local supermarket in Seattle, buying supplies since I'm eating everything at the moment, I can't help but see the latest tabloid headlines. While I know I shouldn't look – everything is in the past now – I can't help it.

It's like it's calling out to me.

JESSICA STANLEY – ADMITTED TO REHAB (DESPITE BEING UNDERAGE) BY HER PARENTS!

My eyes widen as I read the headline, completely shocked. She's what…18? The legal age is 21, so where has she even been getting the alcohol from?

None of my business.

All I know is that Jessica is finally out of our lives, hopefully in a rehab far, far away. And hopefully being taught a lesson.

"Oh my gosh, you're Bella Swan?!" A high pitched, teenaged voice squeals out. I turn around to locate the source of the voice, and see a group of five teenage girls all looking up at me in awe.

"That's me," I reply lamely, shrugging.

"Would you, like, totally sign our books?" One of them asks, passing me a book, some paper and a pen.

I quickly sign the items, not used to this sort of thing, and hand them back. All five elicit a few more squeals.

"Like, oh my god, you're with Edward Cullen, aren't you?" Another one of the girls asks, grinning widely.

"I guess so," I respond, nodding. "Well, it was great meeting you all…" I begin walking away.

"Is that a, like, engagement ring?" A girl shouts as I'm walking away.

Oh god, how could I be so careless? As I'm turning back to face them, I switch fingers that the ring is on.

"An engagement ring? This?" I wave my left hand. "No, it's just a ring." I depart with one final smile, hoping they believed my lie and didn't see me swapping over the ring.

I quickly pay for my items and make my way back to my car, driving home. Edward's been doing extra filming recently, so that he'll be able to have some time off before and after the babies arrive. I miss him right now, but I know it's going to be good in the long run.

Once home, I put away the shopping – snacking on some crisps – and retreat to the comfort of the living room. I've almost finished my book, now, only a couple of chapters away from the ending. So far, my editors have thoroughly enjoyed the story, and keep pestering me to write more chapters so they know what going to happen.

There's suddenly a pounding on the door, but the person doesn't wait for me to answer. Instead, they march into the living room and stand in front of me, laden with magazines and fabric samples.

"We've decided that, for your baby shower present, we're giving you a nursery!" Rose, Alice and Esme announce, grinning from ear to ear.

I'm speechless.

A/N: Thoughts on the present? :D

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