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.

For those of you who feel this story is over...I'm sorry. It may have transitioned to a sequel, but I hate sequels and those who know my writing style will know I don't do sequels. :)


We slept under the stars like I wanted. It's been the best experience so far.

Though now, on the way back, my morning sickness seems to hit me full force.

"Baby, we're at the shore. Can you get out of there?" Edward calls through the bathroom door.

"No. My new best friend is here!" I snap, resting my cheek on the toilet's lid.

The door creeks open and he slips inside, crouching next to me. "Do you want some water?"

"A little," I reply softly.

A minute later, he offers me a glass of water. I rinse my mouth then drink a little.

"I hate to ask you, but do you think...you can carry me?" I ask, hating feeling so weak.

"You don't have to ask, Bella."

Edward sweeps me in his arms.

"Whoa! Easy, don't make me puke on you."

"Oh, sorry." With a kiss on my forehead, he walks to the bedroom and grabs our bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

I feel off being in his arms, carried like a toddler, but I'm so fucking weak and my stomach is still rolling around.

When we arrive at the house, he lets me down, keeping an arm around me.

In the kitchen it's a red Victoria, being scolded by her mother, and an equally embarrassed James, next to her. At the table, Emmett, his dad and my dad are enjoying the show.

James is the first to see us.

When Edward gives him a smug look, I can almost see the wheels turning—his mouth hangs open, his eyes narrow.

"They did it!" He points to us, sounding like a petulant child.

Esme turns to us, giving me a warm smile. "There you are! I've been so worried!"

"Yeah, well, we couldn't exactly sleep there...with the bunnies," Edward comments, bringing me closer to his side. "We spent the night on the boat. It was pleasant."

"You!" Victoria hisses. "You put that note on the door!"

"What note?" My man could have tried for an acting career.

"You just gave yourself away with that comment about bunnies!" James sides with Vic. Of course.

I glance at Edward, curious of how he'll escape this.

"Uh, what? I didn't say anything."

Great. I take back my words about his acting career.

"That's right. You shouldn't have known. I can't believe you, Edward!" Esme puts her hands on her hips. "I raised two devil sent children!"

"That makes me the angel, right?" Rosalie's voice comes from the living room.

"Of course, sweetie!" Esme shouts back, before advancing to Edward. He cowers behind me, whimpering.

"It was legit, Mom. Why don't you ask James..." He stops talking, probably realizing the parents wouldn't like to know about our extracurricular activities at work.

"Ask him, what?" Esme wonders.

"Yes, go on," James prods Edward. "Or maybe I should tell them about the compromising position I found you in?"

"Cut him some slack!" I mutter annoyed. "I had just told him about being pregnant. I bet he had a right to be happy."

"Yes, sure. Couldn't he wait until home to—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Edward yells, charging after James.

They disappear down the hallway.

"Is it always this fun when the family reunites?" Dad asks, amused.

"All the time," Carlisle answers, chuckling.

"Are you hungry, sweetie? What would you like to eat?" Esme asks me, coming closer.

"I'll take the sausages." I point to the plate on the counter. "Do you happen to have Finetti?"

"We have Nutella," Victoria says snidely.

"Better." I grin. "Gimme."

It takes them a few minutes to realize I'm eating sausages dipped in Nutella, but it tastes so damn good, I don't care.

Emmett makes fake gagging noises.

"What, dude? Don't judge me! I'm pregnant!" I protest around a bite of chocolate sausage.

When Edward and James rejoin us, along with my Mom, they all make disgusted faces at my choice of breakfast.

Realizing it's likely to make someone sick, I take my food outside, on the porch.

I remember that morning, with Edward and Vic. I've been so blind not to realize how much he loved me, or that I had already fallen head over heels.

Someone sitting next to me pulls me out of my thoughts. Edward.

"I apologize in advance, but I need a smoke."

I gesture for him to go ahead. "Just don't blow it my way."

"Kay." I feel his eyes on me, but I focus on my food. "How can you eat that? Seriously, Bella."

"It tastes really good. No joke. Wanna try?" I offer him my piece of sausage.

"No, thanks." He pulls away, taking a drag of his smoke. "So I came to a truce with Jim. We're even."

"Thank God. Promise not to pick any more fights? I want a peaceful holiday." I rest my back against the leg of the verandah, and put my feet on his lap.

"Promise," Edward agrees, running his hand over my legs.

*BH*

The rest of the weekend goes by uneventfully.

We go into town and Edward shows me where he met Heidi, then he takes me to a fish restaurant, but we end up leaving before we're even seated all thanks to my sensitive sense of smell and weak stomach.

On Sunday, the Fourth of July, there's a firework show off the dock, which we can see from the backyard.

The sleeping arrangements stayed, unfortunately. To pay us back, even though James promised to stop any sort of revenge, they start making the bed squeaking in the middle of the night. Edward, not one to give up easily once challenged, starts moaning and his lips and fingers find my body, in turn making me moan even louder.

During daylight, I've been asked different questions about my situation. I don't have many answers, besides knowing how far along I am.

On Monday morning, we end up leaving around noon.

Finally home—peace and quiet.

I can't wait.

I doze on and off during the ride, and Edward is a good sport, keeping the AC on medium and the music volume low.

When we park in front of the house, Edward tells me to wait for him before I get out of the car. I don't protest, knowing that he's right to be worried.

"Are you taking the vitamins?" he asks softly, as we make our way to the house.

"Yes. I don't know why I'm like this. Maybe it's the heat?"

"I don't like it, Bella. I'll call Dr. Bromer for an appointment. Tomorrow."

"But we have the new teams coming tomorrow," I protest.

"I don't care. You're not well, baby. Now, go sit down and I'll see what I find for us to eat. Do you want anything in particular?"

"Ice cream, but we don't have any…" I pout.

"We will. Go upstairs, and I'll go buy you ice cream. What kind?"

His gesture brings tears to my eyes. "It needs to have chocolate and caramel, maybe some crunch?" I tell him contemplatively.

"You got it." With a kiss on my cheek he's out the door again.

I rush after him and throw the door open. "Edward!"

"Yeah?" He turns to look at me confused.

"I love you."

A wide smile spreads on his lips. "I love you, too, baby." He blows me a kiss then slides in the car, backing out, waving to me.

I go back inside, closing the door and resting my back against it.

When he returns, half an hour later, I'm showered, dressed comfy and watching chick flicks on TV. He offers me the Ben and Jerry's bowl along with a spoon, then turns to go.

"Won't you stay here?"

"I'll come back in a while. I need to check my emails."

I pout.

"I'll bring the tablet, but after a shower."

I smile victoriously. I want him near me, even though he'll be busy with work.

We spend the evening together—Edward keeps stealing glances at the TV when I start laughing uncontrollably at what I see there. He always misses the point, but to forgive me from interrupting him, I offer him ice cream.

The next morning, we head to our first hour appointment with my doctor. He immediately asks what happened that I returned so quickly.

Edward takes over, telling him about how I fainted, how I feel dizzy most of the time, how I throw up a few times each and every day. It's obvious I'm not okay because of so much throwing up.

Dr. Bromer nods and gives me more vitamins and anti-puking pills, telling Edward to make sure I take them. Super. I feel like the irresponsible child. Also, he tells me to take it easy at work, relax at home, don't get stressed, blah—blah—blah.

The doctor promises me that the next time I visit him, in about three weeks, we'll do the ultrasound to see the baby.

We leave the hospital feeling lighter. On the way to work, we stop at the pastry place around the corner and I buy a lot of chocolate croissants.

When we arrive on our floor, Edward insists to walk me to my office, carrying my food.

On the desk is spread a pale pink t-shirt, along with a note. It's an apology from Vic.

"This is so cute!" Edward exclaims, taking the t-shirt. He turns it for me to see what it has written on it:

Baby is loading…

I laugh, and take it from him. "I'd try it on, but not here."

"Maybe you should. I bet it will look wonderful on you."

"Don't you have a meeting?"

"Don't you have a team to greet?" he throws back, hugging me and kissing my neck. "Take it easy, okay?

"Just go, crazy hubby!" I push him out of my office.

"What, baby? It's my turn to take care of you. I didn't forget what good care you took of me when I couldn't walk. This is me thanking you for that. Suck it up."

I know we're having a serious conversation, but I can't help burst in laughter.

"You want a blow job? Here, at work? Do you still have the red tie from James?"

Sadly, my teasing is heard by everyone in front of my door considering Edward is standing in the doorway.

Oh, God. My new team must think I'm a sex addict or something.

"He might give you the tie if you wear the shirt." He winks before disappearing down the hallway.

I look at the t-shirt in my hand.

Oh, screw it!

I can do whatever I want.

I'm friends with the boss. He can't fire me for wearing something he and his wife bought for me.

I tug the t-shirt over my head. It falls around mid-thigh, almost covering my summer dress.

With my head held high, I step out of my office to greet the newbies—only a couple of them are from the old teams: Kevin and Seth. They give me thumbs up and point to the shirt. I grin and clear my throat.

"Hello, Green Team! My name is Isabella Cullen. Please, call me Bella and we'll be best friends."


It's been brought to my attention by my beta that some of you may not know what Finetti is. I'll post a picture in my group under this story's folder. along with themed t-shirts.