Bella:

Despite countless protests from Edward, I'm currently sat in the office discussing the publishing of my second book. It's still in the process of editing, but I want to get everything sorted before the babies so that the publishing will be quicker. Edward didn't want me to come today, though, as I'm in the final stages of my pregnancy. I'm at 32 weeks pregnant, which is around the average time pregnancies with triplets end.

With three babies, who knows how long it'll take before I have any free time again.

John, my publisher, is explaining how things will only slightly differ from when I published my first book, but I'm not really listening. There's a pain in my stomach, so I place my hand and rub at it gentle. In response, one of the babies kicks at my hand.

"Are you ok?" John asks, snapping me out of my haze.

"My stomach hurts a bit," I admit, the pain coming again. "I need to go to the toilet," I sudden realise, standing up. However, just as I'm walking towards the door I feel a wetness between my legs, and blush in embarrassment.

"Oh shit, your waters have broken!" John exclaims.

I can't even reply as John begins hurriedly making arrangements before ushering me out of the room and into the lift.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, more pain," I groan, hunching over and holding onto my stomach.

"It's ok, sweetie," John soothes, pulling out his phone. "Edward, it's me. John. Um, I think Bella's in labour," John begins, speaking quickly and leading me out to his car. "Her waters broke," John adds.

After a couple more minutes I'm handed the phone while John begins driving to the nearest hospital.

"Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Edward asks me, sounding worried.

"Fucking fantastic, what do yo- oh, shit! Ow!" I shout into the phone, not meaning to take things out on him, but, well…he did this to me.

"I'm on my way, sweetheart, I'll be at the hospital soon. I knew you shouldn't have gone out today," Edward groans. In the background I hear a car door slamming, shortly followed by the engine revving.

"Are you driving and on the phone? And it's a bit too late for 'I told you so'," I huff down the phone.

"I put you on speaker," Edward answers.

John and I arrive at the hospital, where he runs off to get a doctor or nurse and a wheelchair. He helps me into a wheelchair and then pushes me into the hospital, where a midwife appears to be waiting.

"Name, please?" The midwife asks politely.

"Isabella Swan," I pant out, clutching at my stomach.

"Right, and are you the children's father?" she asks, gesturing to John.

"No, no, I'm just a…friend. We're not…no. I'm gay," John blurts, looking embarrassed.

"I'm the father!" A voice shouts out, sounding out of breath. I turn to see Edward running to me, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

"Ok, well, I'm Dr Andrews, and I'll be your midwife. If you could follow me through to a private room, and we'll get you comfortable."

Everything feels so much more real as I'm situated in the room, lying on the bed with Edward pacing nervously.

"Why are you nervous? You don't have to push out three babies!" I ask him.

Dr Andrews chuckles, before whispering not so quietly to Edward, "Women can get quite mean during labour, don't take it personally."

A/N: Start of the pregnancy! What gender do you think the babies will be? :D

So, it's my birthday tomorrow (wooooo!) meaning I probably won't update :)

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