Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
We arrive home late that night, having stayed at the small tavern until Alice caught sight of the time—eleven—and started shrieking that she had a meeting with a client at seven in the morning.
"Can you tell me what the hell happened today?" Edward asks, while he changes into his pajamas.
"I didn't want to ruin your day with my upset stomach," I whisper. It is kind of the truth.
He looks shocked. "Oh. Why didn't you say so from the beginning?"
I take my earrings off, then my bracelet. "Look, it's nothing. By the way, tomorrow morning I'm going with Rose at her OB-GYN check-up. Maybe I'll change my doctor, considering the one who used to give me the shot moved last month to Denver."
"I didn't know you wanted to get back on the shot."
"I don't. It's just a check-up." I shrug, hoping he won't read too much into this.
"Okay, then. Come here."
I quickly walk to him, stopping between his legs. I cup his face in my hands as I lower my head to kiss him.
I've got to distract him.
"Any special requests for your birthday?" I ask, nipping at his jaw.
He wraps his arms around me, turning me around and lowering me on the bed. "I just want to make love with you." He burrows his face between my bra-clad breasts.
I run my hands over his bare chest, tilting my head back as he licks and gently bites at my breasts, pushing the bra aside. I bend my arms behind to undo my bra to give him better access. Having green light, Edward starts sucking with vigor as one of his hands travels over my stomach, which contracts under his touch, down to where I'm already wet for him.
"Christ, baby. Always ready."
I moan, pushing my hips up, wanting more friction. Edward kicks off his pajama pants, then takes my panties off.
"I need you so badly."
"I'm yours." I stroke his cheek. "Make love with me."
He hoists my right leg up, slowly sliding into me.
Fuck.
It feels better than ever.
Keeping my leg up with his elbow under my knee, he pushes until he's seated deep inside me. Then he covers my body with his, burrowing his face into my neck, just staying there.
"I love you so fucking much, Bella. You've no idea."
"I do, baby. I love you, too." I turn to kiss his temple, tracing my fingertips over his back.
He starts moving ever so slowly. I help him by wrapping both legs around his waist. His arms hook under my arms, anchoring us. We're so close. He can't move too fast or pull out too much—it's perfect.
When we come undone, we're both sweaty and sated.
Falling asleep in his arms, just like that is the high of my day.
In the morning, I wake first and it's a challenge to extract myself from Edward's iron grip. He even throws his leg over me to keep me from leaving his side. Eventually, I win and go for a shower before working on breakfast.
I don't have much time for inventions or fried stuff, so I just make pancakes again.
When I return to our bedroom, Edward's in the shower already. I get dressed, then step into the bathroom to apply my mascara. He's drying himself.
"Oh, you're done already?" he asks surprised.
"I told you I'm going with Rose to the doctor," I remind him, uncapping my mascara. "You have breakfast in the kitchen."
"Did you eat?"
"No, because I'm not sure if the doctor will want blood or not. I'll stop by the pastry store on the way to work," I tell him, finishing my eyelashes. I turn around to kiss him quickly. "I'll see you at work." After applying lipstick, I'm out of the bathroom.
*BH*
I meet with Rose in front of the hospital at eight on dot.
"Good morning!" She grins at me.
"Hi," I mumble.
"Feeling better?"
"A little. I'm just tired, now."
"Of course." She giggles. "Did you celebrate late?"
"Not really that late. Not that I checked the time when we finally you know...got to sleep." I throw her a smile.
"We went straight to bed—to sleep."
"Sucks," I joke.
She huffs, leading the way inside the hospital. "No wonder you're pregnant...at the rate you're going at it."
I feel my cheeks heat up. "We don't know if..."
"Seriously, Bella."
I shut up and silently follow her. My brain is conjuring all kinds of scenarios.
How will I react when I hear it from the doctor?
How will Edward react when I tell him?
What will we do?
This is complicated.
The doctor is man with a few years younger than Carlisle. Not what I expected at all.
Rose introduces us, then we start the consult. First, she has her check-up, then it's my turn.
Dr. Alistair Bromer is nothing if not thorough. I start filling in papers to become his patient, but after he takes a sample of blood and a cup of my piss. I'm sure that's all, but he starts asking questions—questions I'm not comfortable to answer with Rose next to me.
She senses this and excuses herself. It must be weird for her as well, to hear about my sex life with her brother. I promise to call her later.
And suddenly, it's just me and Dr. Bromer.
"Alright, Mrs. Cullen." He smiles at me, leaning back in his chair. "Here says you've been on the shot until recently. Why did you interrupt?"
"I forgot about my appointment, and didn't pick the phone when my former doctor called," I explain quietly. "I was busy with the wedding."
"I see." He nods. "Did you use protection after you realized you forgot the shot?"
"I started taking the pill in January, when my period came." I shrug. "The forgotten shot should have been done in December," I add.
"Oh. And do you trust only the pill?"
I frown. "Well, it never failed in the past. I was on the pill since seventeen because Mom was paranoid since I was living with my Dad in another city…she thought I spread my legs for everyone," I blurt out, feeling a blush spreading down my neck.
He chuckles, gesturing for me to go on.
"Yeah, so I took the pill religiously until about three, almost four years ago. When I decided to get the shot—I had a sort of…" I wave around, feeling even warmer from my blush. "…I decided to live my life and well, I had no idea if I could have a pill in hand or shit if you know...I stayed overnight. Sorry. Uh, then I met Edward, my husband. Long story short, I got off the shot about two years after we met due to uh, what happened to him after…"
"I know. I'm Carlisle's friend," he interrupts me.
"Oh, right. So I forgot about my shot, obviously. Anyway, I took the pill until I decided to get back on the shot."
He nods, scribbling down. "Do you have a healthy sexual life?"
I just bob my head, feeling choked up.
"Does your husband wear a condom?"
"Never," I answer softly.
"Mrs. McCarty told me that you suppose you're pregnant."
"I guess. I mean, I'm not sure." I smooth my skirt, playing with the hem.
"Can you tell me the symptoms?"
"Yesterday I thought of this seriously. I felt off since I woke up then I got sick when I smelt some cheese pastry. Later in the evening, we went to a tavern place for Edward's birthday and the smell got to me again… Then I got thinking that lately I've been feeling really tired, extra moody and uh, my girls are kinda sensitive." I gesture awkwardly to my boobs.
"You might be indeed pregnant. Let's do a check-up and see. Your test result should be back soon. I had the testing done stat to get the results back immediately."
Now this is the part that I hate—sitting on that stupid bed, legs spread wide for some stranger to stare at my hoo-ha.
Not only is he looking and touching, he's also asking embarrassing questions about the last time I had intercourse.
When it's finally over, I sigh in relief. While I'm arranging my clothes, a nurse brings in my results.
Wow. That was super-fast.
Dr. Bromer looks over the papers.
I stare at him, feeling my heart beating out of my throat.
Then he puts the papers on the desk and grins at me. "You seem to be indeed pregnant, Mrs. Cullen."
I feel a wave of heat swirling around my head and then I get dizzy. That's the last thing I remember.
I come around to the shocking reality to find Dr. Bromer and his nurse, fusing around me.
They're talking about my lack of sleep, not having eaten this morning and the news.
The news.
I'm pregnant.
Gasping, I sit up, looking desperately for a place where I can throw up—what, I've no idea.
The nurse must sense my need, probably by my green face. A trash bin appears in front of me and I heave into it.
Why must this happen?
I want to cry.
I've heard there are women that don't get sick when they're pregnant.
Once I have nothing else to throw up, I cleanse my mouth and lean back on the bed. The room is still spinning.
The doctor instructs his nurse to buy me a chocolate bar and bring it here fast. I want to protest, but I can't seem to find my voice.
"When's the last time you ate, Mrs. Cullen?" he asks when we're alone.
That's a good question.
"Yesterday…at some point."
He shakes his head. "You need to eat. Even if it's junk food, or whatever you desire, but eat. I will also prescribe you vitamins. You really need them."
Now, I feel chastised.
The nurse returns with the chocolate. I munch on it half-heartedly, but the effect is great. I feel energy filling my body.
I leave the doctor's office with my vitamins prescription and some advices on what to do, to eat, to drink. We set up a meeting for another check-up on how far along I am in two weeks.
After a stop to the pharmacy to buy the vitamins, and a stop to the pastry where I buy a chocolate croissant, I arrive at work.
Edward's in my office, in my chair and he doesn't look happy. Uh-oh.
Many opinions on her pregnancy. I hope you will come to like the change (those who aren't exactly happy with it)
