This Little Love REVISED

Disclaimers: I don't own Twilight or any characters of Twilight. I own the specific plot I write and any characters I come up with. I don't make money off this story.

Summary: Bella comes to Forks pregnant, and becomes the center of attention in the least likely of persons; the Cullen family. Edward is infatuated with Bella, and her unborn baby, and goes through her pregnancy with her while going through some changes of his own.

Warnings: Some sexual content; coarse language; dubious actions (maybe). I'll add more if the need arises because I think I got them all.

AN: This is chapter seven, and like I said, a few days ahead so I don't go slow slow like a snail.

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"Oh my back." I complained to Ryan who was sitting next to me in the library.

Ryan looked over to me, away from his text book that we were going through to study for our test on Monday. "Still sore?" He asked in sympathy.

I nodded. "Yeah. I don't know what I did to myself to make me ache like this."

He hummed. "Maybe you pulled something?"

I blinked in thought. "No way. I would know right away if I did." I told him surely, rubbing at my belly where my kids were moving around in my ache.

Ryan shrugged helplessly. "You should see a doctor, Bella. One of them can help you better than I can."

"I don't like doctors. They're evil." I whined at him.

Ryan looked at me with humor. "Says the girl who's in love with a dude who's dad's a doctor." He reminded me of Edward.

I stuck my tongue out at him from me having no response to the truth. I had confided in Ryan about my never-ending crush on Edward Cullen, and he had encouraged me to ask him to the Saturday lunch when I became president. I told him I had, and my gay friend was too happy for me.

"Seriously, Bells. You should see a doctor." Ryan claimed, going back to his work.

Ryan was right. He never had kids and didn't specialize in them at all, so he couldn't help me with all these problems. And my dad certainly didn't know what to do with this whole thing. He went through my mom's pregnancy, but she wasn't having twins. I could always go see my favorite doctor, Carlisle, but I didn't want to go in to the hospital; whether Carlisle was there or not. I don't like needles!

I sighed and took out my phone. "I guess I have to text Edward." I said out loud going to his contact information.

"Isn't he out of town?" Ryan muttered softly.

I stopped myself from pressing call. "Oh shit. He is." I took a breath, calming myself through a rather achy muscle twitch in my back.

"What about his brothers? I'd take you, but my brother has my car for practice. He won't come back for me until four." Ryan sounded apologetic.

I waved it off. "it's fine. His brother Emmett is still here in his study group. He should be somewhere in the school." I went on to texting Emmett.

After a minute of waiting, Emmett actually called me back, not texting. It told me was worried, and or bored with his group.

I answered quickly, not letting my phone vibrate so much. "Hey." I answered.

"Hey yourself. What's wrong?" Emmett asked through the phone softly, obviously in some study group as well.

"I think I need to go to the hospital. I wanted to call Edward, but he's gone, and I remembered that you were still in school." I told him honestly.

"Yeah. I can take you. Where are you?"

"The li –" I stopped short.

"Bella, what – oh shit." Ryan cursed when he noticed with wide-eyes what just happened.

"Oh shit what? What's wrong, Bella?" Emmett asked quickly, more worried than before.

I took a breath. "You need to take me to the hospital, Emmett. Now."

"Why, Bella? What the fuck happened?"

"Because either I just peed my pants, or-" I stopped at a sharp movement.

"Or?" Emmett dared to ask, some movement on his end before he said he had to go.

"Or my water just broke." I said softly, growing afraid for my twins as I looked to Ryan who looked like I did when he started to pack up our stuff mighty quick.

"You're WHAT broke? Oh shit. I'm on my way. Relax and I'll call Edward." He hung up after that.

I took a breath, trying to calm myself for my own twins' sakes. Four months, not a good time to break the dam, babies. A kick told me that something was happening, and was very, very wrong. I don't even know what the fuck just happened, and here I am now, having contractions out of the blue.

"Alright, Ryan, walk me half-way to the parking lot." I instructed calmly, standing up with his help. "We should tell the librarian that her chair is completely ruined." I said, taking my mind off my worry to keep calm for the sake of my own kids.

"Along with your best pants." Ryan joked half-way, carrying my backpack and his own.

I nodded. "Along with my favorite pants." I agreed.

Ryan aided me in my walk to the parking lot, and the librarian saw me at one glance and said she'd take care of the chair without me even saying anything.

How many people had given birth in this library exactly?

Walking was a hassle, but at least the school was pretty empty so I wouldn't have to deal with students going crazy over my water breaking. I need calm, not stress right now, if but for the sake of my kids.

Emmett found us relatively quick for someone on the other half of the school, which raised more suspicion in my book, but for now, I would let it go. Sharp pains came first; Emmett's human status came second.

That sounded really backwards, but it would have to work once one of the babies gave a kick to me more firmly.

"Alright then. Edward's not happy." Emmett claimed and took my bag from Ryan and threw it inside his jeep.

"I'm not happy." I informed him calmly and leaned onto the jeep with help from Ryan.

Emmett gave a nod. "I wouldn't think you were, sis. Alright. I'll take her from here, dude. Thanks."

Ryan gave a nod in agreement. "Alright. Good thing its Wednesday, Bells. Elections are Friday." He joked half-way through. He actually was very happy it wasn't Friday I was sure. It wasn't a lie in the office apparently that I was becoming president, and everyone was excited for Friday.

I had to laugh shortly. "Just my luck to break my water now."

"Good luck, Bells. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" He promised me and ran back to the school, most likely to call Angela, and tell her what the fuck just happened.

Emmett opened the door to his jeep and I looked at it. "You have to have the biggest vehicle with you now of all times." I complained.

He nodded. "Yes. It wasn't a great choice, I admit, but it has awesome horse power. Let's get you inside and to Carlisle who is waiting right now outside the hospital for us."

"How am I getting in?" I asked dryly, giving him a look that clearly said I wasn't stretching my fucking legs at all.

I already knew how, but when Emmett picked me up so easily like I weighed nothing – which was making my non-human meter go whack again – and put me in the jeep so easily and gently, I had to sit still for a few minutes to gain my vision back from the blurry monster in front of me. I somewhat hated the largest Cullen for doing that, but when he started to drive, I was less angry; remembering that Emmett didn't have to take me to the hospital at all.

I needed to be grateful, not moody and abusive with words.

"Why the hell are you in labor, sister?" Emmett questioned me, already on the road so quickly.

"Gee, let's ask them." I answered sarcastically and motioned to my stomach where the sharp pain was coming on again.

He looked impressed, even at this time. "Touché, Bells. But why? What happened?" He asked me worriedly, his driving scaring me like Edward's does since he took his eyes off the road, not really worrying for anything on the road.

"I don't know. My back was hurting all day, but it's normal. It hurt yesterday, too, but I didn't think of anything. My back being in pain was normal, and I thought twins would do that even more." I shrugged.

"So you ARE having twins!" He gloated like he knew all along.

"Not helping." I informed him of our current situation.

"Sorry. Okay, so, um. Edward's pissed to the extreme, but he'll be here in an hour; maybe less if this text says anything." Emmett looked to his phone and nodded. "He'll be at the hospital in ten minutes." He snapped his phone shut with a look.

"Where was he?" I asked. "I thought he was out of town until tomorrow?" I asked with confusion.

How can Edward move that fast?

"He was." Emmett grinned at me, like I hit the jackpot on something.

I looked to Emmett again and looked him up and down. "I'm thinking that there's more than meets the eye with you guys." I said rather intelligently

"You're one of a kind; I can say that, Bella. My type won't find another like you. Finally here." He grumbled and made a turn.

I looked in front of me, and saw the hospital already. Carlisle was out front and opened my door quickly when Emmett pulled to a stop. I would think on what Emmett just said later; right now, I needed to make sure my babies survived in there for another five months.

"He's never driving me again." I swore to Carlisle who gave a chuckle and a nod as he practically picked me up and set me on the ground very gently. "He drives worse than Edward and that's saying something." I informed the doctor, taking a breath to breathe through pain.

"I drive fine. I'm going to park and wait for Ed. Don't give birth just yet! Alice will never forgive me." Emmett instructed me before he pulled away from the emergency underpass.

"He's not driving me or my kids. Never ever." I swore to Carlisle firmly.

"Esme will drive you all from now on then. Come; let's get you upstairs and inside a bed." Carlisle stated calmly, amusing my train of thought for the moment. I was thankful of him trying to take my mind off this, at least. He was a really good guy, and I was happy he was my doctor for my pregnancy. If just for this stupid reason alone.


"Finally." I gave a sigh of relief when Edward came in the room and threw a glare over his shoulder to a stupid nurse that claimed he couldn't go in.

"Sorry, Bella. I had trouble with nurses." He told me calmly and instantly grabbed my hand when I reached for him.

Well, here I was, unhappily inside this bed in the maternity ward hooked to machines out my ass – including a heart monitor for me which I fought Carlisle's orders over but lost to his stern gold-eyed look. My clothes had been taken and I was given a blue grown that wasn't even covering my lower half since I had monitors on my stomach that were telling me about my moving babies who were growing more restless it seemed like. The blanket I was given was covering me more than this fucking gown was, and I let everyone know not to look up my blanket unless you had a white jacket on and were named Carlisle Cullen.

"Why? I asked them to let you in." I told him; gladly taking his hand and watching him take a seat on the bed near my belly where he was gazing to the contraction screen. "I can't even read that shit, and no one is talking." I said in a grump.

"It says that you are ten minutes apart, and coming into labor, Bella. What happened? I thought you said you were fine last night?" He demanded the answer.

Edward had called me last night, wanting to know if I was alright and such. We had spoken for a good four hours before I needed to go to bed. It was two o' clock in the morning. I couldn't hang up and neither could he apparently.

I didn't know if we were an 'item' or anything. We just gravitated together so naturally, that I couldn't question if we were something. We were obviously SOMETHING, but I didn't know WHAT. He seemed to know, but I didn't. It was the puzzle piece I was missing to my mystery guessing game when it came to Edward and his family.

"I'll let you know when I figure it out. I was having back pains for two days, but it's normal for me, and today Ryan suggested that I go into the hospital or something, and I remembered that you were out of town, so I called Emmett who was thankfully still in school." I retold my day bluntly.

He shook his head. "That doesn't make sense, Bella. You shouldn't be having so much pain at all. Especially at four months."

"My water broke, too. Right in the library where the librarian already knew somehow. How many people gave birth in that school library exactly?" I asked my main question that was behind 'what the fuck are the Cullens?'

Edward chuckled this time and squeezed my hand comfortingly. "Maybe when you're in office you can find out."

"And the election. Carlisle doesn't want me out of this bed until Sunday. My glares aren't working on him." I complained once more.

"He's immune to women's glares, Bella love. He's not going to give in to you." Edward said with amusement and some fondness.

"I don't want to stay…Emmett's driving terrifies me as much as yours does. Will Esme agree to chauffeur me?" I asked off topic.

Edward nodded, going with my flow to probably amuse me. "I'm very sure Esme will drive you everywhere, Bella, especially after this." He told me calmly.

"You both drive like homicidal maniacs. I don't know why, but I'm gonna find out why you're both pedal happy." I informed him and took a breath through a particular sharp pain that showed on the screen from the beeping.

"Relax, just breathe. Carlisle's outside the room talking to the nurses. Why would he want an ultrasound?" Edward questioned me.

What did he have? Super hearing? Damn. Another puzzle piece I just found. Death with this later, why don't you! When you're not giving birth, dammit!

"I don't know. Why? What's wrong?" I asked quickly, beginning to worry again.

He shushed. "Alright, relax. Don't worry. I'll solve this, alright? Carlisle, what's going on?" He looked to the door with a very heavy glare. I took notice of Carlisle coming into the room quickly.

I didn't even hear the man come in, or the door open…

"Bella, I want to do an ultrasound before I do anything else. I need to double check what I discovered." Carlisle was calmer than Edward and I were.

Hm. So Edward DID have super hearing...

"Why? What did you find out?" I questioned, holding Edward's hand tightly through a contraction. It didn't bother the Cullen, and I was thankful for it.

Carlisle took a look to Edward who shook his head. "Impossible, Carlisle." Edward stated firmly.

"What is?" I turned to Edward.

"I think, Bella, the cause of this early labor, is that you have a third child inside you." Carlisle said slowly and compassionately.

I widened my eyes, my heart monitor going haywire. "No I don't." I sped out of my mouth.

"Yes, Bella dear. I think you're having triplets, but if my assumptions are right…" Carlisle paused, looking at Edward for a quick second. "You'll be having twins in five months."

"Twins? If I'm carrying triplets, why would…I give…birth…to twins?" I asked brokenly, it was sinking in quickly enough for Edward to tell me to breathe when I stopped.

"It's okay, Bella. It's alright. It's going to be okay. Just breathe." Edward insisted softly.

"How long…" I whispered, not able to finish the question.

The doctor knew exactly what I wanted to ask though, bless his soul for not making me finish my sentence.

"Bella, I believe the child has been deceased for some time now. I can't say for sure without a sonogram, but I believe this one child was the cause of all your pain. Its death was making the others' lives more…unhealthy and hard, I suppose I can say delicately. Once this child is removed, the other two will have a very good chance for survival, Bella." Carlisle told me sympathetically.

I took a breath. What do I say now?

"Bella, let me sign the papers for you. To do the tests, Bella, and the removal of the child, you need to sign. Give me rights to sign for you and the kids." Edward spoke softly.

I nodded numbly.

"You need to sign this, Bella; it only gives Edward medical rights to sign for you in your place. I know this is difficult, Bella, but yours and the other two's lives are at stake." Carlisle said compassionately.

I signed what he needed me to sign, letting Edward sign away my rights to say no to my doctor removing one of my children from me. It was logical though, take the dead one to let the others live. It wasn't as simple though. I was carrying triplets; I never knew there was a third inside me already dead, and killing my other children. No wonder my daughter was always kicking me.

She was sensitive to words, and she was already smart.

Edward's kiss to my temple drove me from my thoughts, back to the real world. "It's going to be okay, Bella. You'll see." He assured me over and over.

Was I so sure? Not really, but what choice did I have but to keep moving for my other two? It wasn't their fault I killed one of them. It was mine. And depression wasn't going to solve anything.

No, I was going to keep going, and push through this like Edward said I was going to be able to do. I had my twins, I had my life, I had my family, and I certainly had Edward.

My Edward.


This is another short one, I know, but I wanted it to end there for a good reason that just might become obvious as you read on.

The next chapter will be Edward's POV. I can picture something more with the next chapter if it's in Edward's thoughts.

I know, this was depressing. It won't stay that way, I promise. Yes, Bella will indeed morn her child's death, but she won't stay depressed forever; the reason should be obvious now if you read the last two small paragraphs.

Hope you keep on reading, and I didn't turn you away from the story. It's going to get good, I promise you that.

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